Buckwheats.

I have never felt this.
Not ever.
Like my soul has been torn away
And all i have left
Are the lousy parts.
The parts that dont sleep
And dont eat
And dont pray
-Enough-
And dont talk
And give in
And give up
And lie
To myself
Over
And over
And over
Again.
And now,
I cant pick up that phone
And hear you
And know
That you know.
And feel
All at once
That i am ok.
If only
Because
Youre speaking – to me.
And i lay
Right now
In this sea
Of Violent tears
And forceful current
And it pulls at my toes
And i beg
Guiltily
That it take away
Whatevers left
Whatevers here,
Cause so much of me
Is gone
Already.
– and i,
Dont like
Or even know
The rest.
And cant bear
The terrible thought
Of having to learn it
Without
You.

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