I miss him.
I miss him terribly and I know I shouldn't but I can't help it.
I can't help feeling like a part of me went missing.
A part of me HE took when he left that day.
But I still miss him eventhough he ripped my heart out and squeezed to bleed right before my eyes.
I miss him eventhough I know his heart belongs to another.
Someone I know I can never be even if i tried.
But then again maybe it is not him I miss.
Maybe it is the part of me that I can no longer reach.
The part of me I found with him.
A part of me that will forever belong to him. And only him.
Because that part was him.
He was part of me. And I was part of him.
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Fallen angels
PoetryThis is a book of poems and short stories that i have written during a rough period in my life. I wrote it to help me and others go through depression and such. I hope for who will read those poems to be better and happier
