Truth is I'm missing something. I'm missing someone. He's gone, but why is it still feeling like he's somehow haunting me? I'm still breaking. Why is it I'm still breaking? Why don't my feelings leave like he did? I know he didn't have a choice. I know it wasn't an option for his departuture but why'd he make me love him so much? I guess my real question is why do I feel his absence? Maybe a part of me still loves him, it's pathetic, but I can't help it. How could I help it, when I'm still missing him.
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He's gone
Poetry[Completed] Someone leaves you, all the good memories play over and over in your head till it's too much. Every emotion you feel gets too much. Like you want to scream them out and I just wrote them down.
