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Oct 2011 · 591
My one.
I lie in the bed we've made together, and I think of you.
The one I married. Where did you go my one?
I see a face, its your face. I see brown eyes, your eyes.
You look like my one. You feel like my one. But your not my one.

A demon stares at me. Harsh words, venom from your lips. My one's lips.
I'm slowly dieing.
You look like my one. You smell like my one. But your not him.
I can't find my one.

A body lies next to me, my ones body. So lovely.
But there's someone else inside.
You look like my one. You sound like my one. But your not my one.

You left me my one, left a demon in your place.
I call your name, a demon calls back. I look in your eyes, a demon looks back.
And you'll lay down beside me, and as I dream I'll search for my one.
When I wake up, you'll still be gone. I wish you'd come back my one.
I wish I could find you.

— The End —