There is nothing more than you.......
than there is in I.

I still think of you,
and still the frustration makes me cry.
My darling.

You are no more than you....
than I am I.

I will never lose you,
for you are within me,
even without me,
I know you still feel me there,
right down,
deep,
down,
there.

Please let go.
Choose, a direction.

Even if it is time to leave.
I understand.
Let go of me,
let me go of me,
let go of my hand....

Bereft.
My heart lies desolate,
because it believed,
in,
you.

You have to go,
you have to leave.

I was right,
not for you, you believe,
but I am more than you think;
I understand,
dream of me,
my sweet.

Follow the sun.
Gather your skin.
Blink your eyes wide.
Choose your direction.
I will leave your side.

Baby, my sweet, sweet baby,
I loved our,
******,
up,
ride.

Black eyeliner stains my face.
I cry to the moon.
I howl at the sun.
I wish i had 6 bullets,
and a gun.

There is nothing left,
but,
a,
blank,
white,
page.

My heart.

It dreams of your mouth,
telling me,
what you need.
I am,
not,
it.

I,
doubt of love,
ever existing,
again.

Where are you?