Its been a week since I've heard your voice, one week much too long.
One week since I've felt my own heart beat, one week that's felt so wrong.
Why have you left me, alone in the cold? Why have you said goodbye?
How was it so damn easy for you? Was your proclaimed love all just a lie?
My chest it aches, my stomach feels sick, some days I just sit here and cry.
Every time I think of your face, I almost feel like I want to die.
I just want this pain to fade, I want to be whole again. But every time I close my eyes, visions of you come creeping in.
I want to be engulfed in the warmth of the sun, my days are all dark and stormy.
To end this hurt, I could cut out my own heart.
Oh wait, you've already done that for me!
-A.R.
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Random Rablings of a Lunatic.
PoetryThis is a book of very random poems, of all genres. Some are based on events and some are just sheer fun. Hope you enjoy!
