Written on December 30th, 2014 12:38 a.m.
he was your light;
the reason you smiled.
and then he was gone.
with the snapping of fingers,
he was taken from your
strong grasp on his arms.
your entire world,
vanished before your
very eyes,
the only thing left
of him was a crescent moon
indented into your skin
from his fingernails.
his presence was still
roaming your room,
and with each passing
hour of torture,
it was killing you.
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