I just can't describe the feelings that wash over me, like tidal waves of and ocean. When I close my eyes I can still smell you. I can still feel my fingers running through your hair. And I can still feel the warmth of my heart that you 'cause. But something's missing. I search for it. I search through all my tears and thoughts and emotions that overcome me, but still I don't find it. When I open my eyes it is all clear. What I was missing was you. And reality hits me like a brick wall. My heart coldens like ice and my fingers go numb. All I can think of is the pain I am feeling. The pain is like a hundred daggers all at once hitting me and not missing a spot on my body. All my emotions drain out of me like water through a faucet. I can't see through the pictures and memories that we once shared. They are bombarding me. All at once I feel warm water slowly, ever so slowly, dripping down my cheeks. Yet it feels good. I just can't describe the sensation. It's like letting go. And I now realize that I must go on, and that going on doesn't mean that I have to give up everything that we once shared, that I can hold onto it, but I must move on. And like everything else I must leave you and live.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
POETRY: WHEN YOU LEFT..........
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