The anticipation of you devours me,
I ingest every email, text, the rare phone call,
as if it were the breath of life.
Losing you consumes me,
eats at me; a virus, a parasite,
ever present in the back of my mind.
Don’t go. Don’t stop. Don’t leave me here
crippled without you, suffocating in guilt.
I am only as weak as you’ve made me.
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Written August 16th, 2006
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This one too. So sad. Sigh...
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I am intruiged! Youve got me hooked now, Im off to read another one...
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I love this.
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Masculine, timely again, which I would work away from. Nothing new yet.



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