was my all not enough?
how much more could you have wanted from me.
i signed my soul to you,
my body and mind,
yours.
every second i lay awake,
you were my thoughts.
i did everything for you,
and you left me,
a shell of my former self.
a vague outline of a woman,
of who i used to be.
now,
all i can do is think of you.
cry for you,
wish for you to come back.
what have you done to me?
you owe me everything,
yet nothing at all.
i know i did this to myself,
i let myself become one with you.
but how could you let me go,
so easily.
like we never even happened.
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Поэзия100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
