Cut my back

Cut my back
Deeply, you tried to find what you wanted
The only thing you left me….is a scar.
However, my soul will not spill & flow as easily to you feet,
As intensly scarlet as my heart, my almost entire being-did.
As everything I gave to you, which was everything-did.
You were (still are) my innermost, darkest, most loathed part
Of the blackest, deepest hell.
My inner heart & soul, the deepest part of me, is unforgettably burning for you.
It physically hurts to sleep in this bed, knowing you won’t ever make love to me again.
Constantly reminded of all the memories that you left me.
Your voice is still in my head, your body still warming mine
Yet you are gone.
Forever without.
I gave you all, because I thought you were all. For me at least
You, I thought were the closest I could reach to the bestest stars in space.
Am I empty without you? Somewhat.
But, I am slowly filling up—with the things I had before you came into my life.
It is just the memory of you—it will eventually leave—somewhat looking forward to that.
I’m sick of missing you.