Fragments of you linger in my mind.
In my heart.  On my soul.
Diet Coke and the smell of cleaning supplies.
Bearded men and tie clips.
Cosmic Love.  The Good Days.  Emmanuel.
Watches on the right side.  Red shoes.
Fragments.  Pieces.  Parts.
Not the whole you.
I miss the whole you.
But all I have are the fragments you left with me.

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.

When I let the ink drip out
of the infinite space
I call mine
it no longer belongs to me

You may read it as you do
if you read it at all
For I am drawing my heart out
and the pictures are all there

I miss you.

And you're right, it should be easy.

Love *****
it's like AIDS for your emotions
like a special drawn up poison potion
how can such a small thing cause so much
commotion
so much destruction
so much pain
breaking down your emotional defenses
like **** for the heart
never leaving you the same
just torn apart
giving you ups and downs
smiles and frowns
your addicted
even though it's bad
something that makes you happy
and horribly sad
then you have withdraw
so you put up this wall
this sense of security
cause one gives their all
just to fall
you believe in something so fake
so unreal
to the point your numb
and can't feel
crying over it
while they forget it
you feel lost
and the cost
was a broken heart
cause you wore your heart on your sleeve
and it got walked on
and stomped on
so now you just try to recover
and get yourself together
putting the pieces together
hoping it will get better
but a broken heart will always need fixing
and there will always be a few pieces missing
so I know how you feel
so here is my token
this was written for you the heart broken

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