You say that it's over;
That
there's nothing left but to say goodbye.
But
even as you say the words
A
hint of denial escapes your eyes,
Which
speaks much louder to my heart.
To
think that we could be apart
Is madness,
simple lunacy,
A
pretext masked in rogue's disguise.
My
failing heart could not survive
The
leaving as you breach the door.
Veins
constrict the flow of life
And
air no longer can sustain.
The
ever-growing constant void,
The
cataclysmic emptiness
Which
knows no bounds and only stops
To
fill itself with cosmic pain.
Love
is the question.
I
need to know.
You
are the answer.
Please,
don't go.
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