the place in my heart where you used to occupy
feels so cold and empty now; as if someone reached in a hand and pulled the piece out, a piece so
temporarily used, a piece that was not ready to be ripped so violently away from the rest of my heart. now every time i think of you, that hollow place in my chest feels empty, a void lacking any feeling but sadness, a void where nothing remains but lonely emptiness, a deserted void that can never be filled again.
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venus springs
Poetrypieces of my scattered, unfiltered thoughts mostly written during the darkest parts of the night. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #104 in poetry #25 in poetic
