She sits alone and wonders why?
Did she not love Him enough?
Had she loved Him too much?
She attempts to move on
but her heart is gone.
He took it with Him
the day He left.
He lies awake in bed
beside a woman he wishes he could love.
A woman he wishes was Her.
But he knows She deserves better
than all that he can give.
Never in his life has he felt regret.
Untill now. Untill Her.
Two halves
of the same soul
seperated by sorrow.
He drowns himself
in Her memory
While She abuses herself
with accusations.
Alone they suffer,
together they thrive.
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