Heartbreak & Loss
Separation Anxiety.
Kash Baloch·September 17, 2008·Original
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The fire burning inside me 

had started to subside,

caught up in memories of a love 

you were unable to provide. 

The light in my eyes flickered, 

and went out without a fight,

causing me to self-destruct; 

how do I survive devoid of sight? 

My blackened heart refuses 

to pick up and resume. 

The guilt you've burdened 

me with 

continues to consume 

the remnants of my sanity, 

refused to spare my dignity. 

Swallowed in a sea of pity, 

taught a lesson in humility. 

Many years had passed; 

assumed I had regained control;

seemed like it'd been so long 

since I'd been granted parole. 

Not a promise, or a lesson; 

just a disdainful release. 

Content for the longest time, 

I thought I was at peace. 

Yet, you've returned, once again, 

to wreak havoc on my soul. 

Falling apart, scattered in pieces. 

Broken again, love has paid its toll

on my life devastated, 

by the knife you concealed in your spine,

and because of your endless torment. 

Our bodies have separated; no longer entwined.

“to pick up and resume.”

— Separation Anxiety.

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