Tears.
trickle down my face like the soft patter of rain.
Memories, taunt me.
I can still feel his lips
His warmth
I can still smell his smell I still,
remember.
I can't.
get him out.
of my head.
His eyes that bore into mine for eternity,
His hands squeezing my own showing me,
"I'm still here,"
"You
Are the cause
Of my happiness"
"I love you."
This is the definition of torture
Walking past you in the halls like a stranger,
The longing in your eyes before you look away
The loneliness.
The "head-down-no-eye-contact" shuffle.
I can no longer live in a world without you
so close
Yet, soo far.
Living at arms reach.
Truely Tantalizing
I can't
Take this
anymore.
It's killing me inside.
All I ever wanted was to be loved.
Guess I can't have that either.
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The Definition of Torture.
PoetryPoetry is one of the best ways to let it out. **Note: the formatting isn't exactly how I want it since this is supposed to be performed and not bound by the confines of paper (or in this case, Wattpad). The basic background is of course about a guy...
