Red tail-lights reflect off the road in the rain.
And I don't want to get over this loss,
this space that's left empty is not a void waiting
to be filled
with a new love, a better drug, or another distraction.
The vacancy that remains,
measured by your worth,
which you cut and carved, scarred into my heart will stay empty and cold,
borders rough-edged,
Showing off the pride in my loss.
Cherished, enduring, welcome.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
Red tail-lights reflect off the road in the rain.
And I don't want to get over this loss,
this space that's left empty is not a void waiting
to be filled
with a new love, a better drug, or another distraction.
The vacancy that remains,
measured by your worth,
which you cut and carved, scarred into my heart will stay empty and cold,
borders rough-edged,
Showing off the pride in my loss.
Cherished, enduring, welcome.
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