Love seems to be my greatest test;
both in its presence
and it's absence;
it breaches me ,
and tests my mettle.

Look what Love has reduced me to:
I've cried so much my eyes are dry
and screamed so much my voice is gone;
I've slept and eaten so little that my limbs shake,
and I feel nauseous constantly
but I can't seem to do anything about it.
I writhe in pure anguish
at the thought of you
and what you've done while I changed for us.
at at same time as I am comforted
by the thought of you
and what we've been through, for us.

Such ironic torment.

Maybe once I've moved on
you'll be ready
and I'll be gone.

**** my life.
All is asunder.
All is ruin.

All can begin anew, yet
All I yearn for is what I've had.

**** THIS ANGUISH.