I can't bear it when she leaves me like this. I don't know why she has to leave. Every time she does, a little part of me dies inside. Her beautiful child like features make her look so innocent. If only I could stop myself from blinking. Maybe she would stay then.
We never say much when she visits. If she stayed longer, then we could talk about everything, and I would feel so much... better. Now that she isn't around, I feel like I'm trapped. I feel like a prison cell door closes each time she leaves, and closes me off from the rest of the world. I know she wouldn't like it, but I cry a little each time. She never liked it when I cried in front of her. I want her to stay with me, I just want her. I want her so badly. I'd give anything to be with her. Anything.
When we were together, I could face anything, I could take anything. Now, I just can't bring
myself to eat, or sleep, or even shut my eyes for a moment. If I did, I fear that I would miss her visit. I couldn't bear that.
She always liked attention, and I never gave enough to her. Now, I can't give enough to her. She goes so quickly I can't look at her for long enough. I need those lips that curved gently when I did something stupid or made her laugh. If only I could make her laugh again. I could hear that light chuckle, and I would be complete again.
When her electric eyes used to stare into mine, I felt her looking into my soul. She could see right through me every time. Now I feel like she's trapped inside my soul. Just a imprint from a lost world. Like when your feet make an imprint in the sand, and then a wave comes and washes the imprint away. That is what is like every time I close my eyes, and she disappears. Why can't she just stay? Is this my punishment? I have to live like this forever, constantly waiting for her only to be rewarded by a brief glimpse, then she disappears. I can't take it. I really can't take it. She... She just gives me life every time her soft skin touches mine, then takes it all away with her when she leaves. Every time, I try pleading, but to no avail. She only disappears as easily as she appears.
Sometimes I just have to cry out for her. When I miss her too much, I just cry out into this empty space that I live in. She doesn't listen, though. She can't hear me, I suspect. I can't live without her. I have to find a way of being with her, always. I just have to. No man could live like this.
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