by Jessi M.
And for the life of me
I don’t know what’s worse,
not having you
or knowing I never will.
Somehow I’ve got to get you
out of my head,
out of my heart.
when you left,
you took a chunk of me with you.
I stop to think for a bit
How did it come to this?
How could I let it get this far?
And now I’m left with faded memories
telling a story my lips will never speak.
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