I haven't written
My inspiration squandered
Without her, my only muse
Words escape me
As my mind will only
Be occupied by her presence
And a war in my mind dominates
The place she once held
So beautifully, so gracefully
For all those months
And now she seems lost
Or more, I am forgotten
Light to dark, I am left
Saying goodbye has never seemed
So high and dry
I'm trying hard not to assume
And yet again, this war in
My mind occupies
Me even in the days of
Endless distraction
I'm ******* crazy
The city buzzes, crowds shuffle
Past me, in a dazed state
I look up, hearing her voice
I escape, I wander, I ride
Territory so familiar
I don't want to lose her
My muse, my love, my
Life source that keeps my heart
Beating, making me crazy
I love her
Three words of such
Worth
I feel abandoned carrying only
My heart, raw and exposed
Until it eventually fades
Knocking me out and
Forcing me
To start
Anew
But even concuss and
Bleeding, she's all
I desire.
Love please let me go
Unless she too
Wants me.

© Sia Jane

"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."

Charles Bukowski