I gaze into the darkness
And there I find
Your name
Etched into my soul
And the memory
Of your soft dewy skin
Calls forth my blood
In which there now
Is a gaping hole
Of the vacuum you've created
And the smell of your sweat
Makes me one part woman
One part love
With a dash of nostalgia.
I wish getting over you
Was an easy task;
I'm sorry I'm so unbecoming,
A tasteless tart
And I'm sorry
That you chose
Someone else over me,
In other words I'm truly sorry
To have loved you
So deeply.
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