Insides feeling ripped..
in half from what im dealing with..
off in fact from what i fill in lack..
of what im seeing missed..
and it's you the most..
the most i really miss..
cant seem to get it back,
i reach for why,
But all i grasp in the midst ..is the feeling..
the feeling inside..that really need to get a grip..

It was that night,
...and you were there with me..
You were never quite transparent,
but you were clear with me..
and every word you'd shout out loud..
whispered too..and air'd to me..
inside my inner me it entered me..
Like painful spears that teared through every barrier i had prepared..
End scene...
..It's bleak now, sudden how it ended.
But subtle how its deep now,
how those words sank in...
Sticks and stones will perish surely.
But your words
...... I keep now.