That Poetry Book

Pain

I miss him.
Every cell in my body aches for him, while every atom of my being screams for him.
I would cry for him, but my eyes are dehydrated from the tears I've already shed.
When the pain is so bad the only thing saving me is the feeling of wind against my skin,
and the cold rain in my hair.
I'm falling all over again.
Tripping over the logs of my past and the boulders that are my future.
I'm breathing underwater, but waiting for him to pull me out before I drown.
I'm being haunted by the ghosts of his touch, as my skin craves more.
Being ripped away from your home with no say.
Being pushed off a high wire with no safety net.
He pulled me from the abyss of my thoughts, just to push me back over the edge;
Left me to die, but he may find forgiveness in me.
This sad storybook brings a tear to a child's eye,
But the determination I have to return what was stolen from me will create a happily ever after you see in fairytales.
Like falling endlessly, or holding the answer to all your problems in the palm of your hand with no fingers to grasp it;
Wishing it will end.
Put me out of my misery.
Missing him;
Make it stop.
The hurt;
Make it stop.
With one touch,
The pain;
Stops.

A/N: So this is a spoken word poem I wrote actually a while ago so it's kinda old but not necessarily out of date. Anyway, there is no rhyme scheme because it's a spoken word, but I really do like this one so I thought I'd share it.
Thanks. :)
-E