"countless nights of wandering thoughts
limited daylight of questioning and prose
a follower very trusted in our words that we built
she never told me no until it got bad
fire for fire
anger for anger
just how i am
and how i'd wish she wasn't
but this is where it ends
it's been seven days
and i have no hope
but i never really did
i know in a year from now she'll still be gone
and i'll still feel like ****"
excerpt from a certain piece of work, don't read into it too much; related to the "often" series on my page.