What a feeling it must be,
to have someone

that cares and loves you
unconditionally

holds you until you fall
asleep at night

helps relieve your
worry and fear,

and

doesn't just watch
as you simply
*fade away

I looked at the picture of you
Sorrow
Love
Hatred
I never felt my tears
Collect upon the plain glass
Collecting my emotions in the corner
A puddle of
Remorse,
Happiness,
Sadness,
Of not having you by my side,
"You left me"
"You deserted me"
"You left a broken heart"
After you
There is no life,
There is but loneliness
"I throw the picture"
Its frame shatters upon
Impact
But out of destruction
I see a written note,
"Handwriting"
"Your words"
I franticly
Tread upon broken glass
To read this moment frozen
Never spoken from lips till now,
"Dearest one"
"I treasured our moments"
"With each breath I breathed you in"
"I want you to remember the times"
"That mattered"
"Those times are your treasures"
"In the hard times"
"Read these words"
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"I love you without hesitation"
"I will love you from a far"
"My love for you never went out"
"It still burns from a far"
"I will never leave you"
"look towards the heavens"
"Know that I am forever in your heart"
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He was always the romantic
"I hold this note to my heart"
I
Love
You
My darling, I will never give in
For one day we will meet,
With that day, it will be as if we were *never apart.

I scribble upon the walls
Blindly
Drawing
Nestled in my belief
That this will speak
The words I was unable to voice,
My clothes were clean when I knelt
But now they are
Stained,
Ripped,
Violated
With the efforts of these scattered
Moments, I express without a voice,
"With out"
"With out"
My mind speaks slower than
The moment past,
I fear this is senseless,
"Undermining
My
Resolution"
Of what is being emotionally
Stained upon this wall,
I grow weaker as this message composed
Of my emotional state,
To me it screams,
"I needed someone"
"But I was a voice lost"
I sign it with a handprint
Static,
Silence
Quiet
Is my body, the ink ran dry
From the pots cut open
"I lie here now"
My message  scribbled upon a canvass
On the naked wall,
It now has a essence of me,
My  story,
My  end,
I was in need, but now I **need no more.