There's nothing that I miss more
Than our one last broken kiss.

I'm trapped in a realm
That only hell itself would spawn,
That of aching hearts and
Swelling scars and burning parts
Of me that I thought should never hurt;
But I've been pierced,
And it takes a while
For the harpoon to bring me in.

No matter how often a road is traveled by,
It never tells the same story twice.
(c) LazharBouazzi

I carry
hurt as my companion
to **** loneliness

Some nights she will reminisce on the memories of you
And some nights she will wish she never met you.