Desolation

There's a hole in my heart

and a void in my soul;

An emptiness I've always had

but never felt.

And without her,

The desolation of my very being

is nearly more than I can take;

Why must love kill us?

Why must I lie awake

each passing night,

in fear of sleeping

and of seeing her?

I do wish her well.

I wish for her,

all the love and happiness

she ever wanted and more.

If she ever does forgive me

for the sins of my past,

I will love her

like I did the first day.

Until then,

I'll be here

Trapped within this chaos

of my own creation.

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