#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.

Still to this day,
Every bit of my existence is torn.
Now without the butterflies
And the eyes that you took along;
It's been hard to distinguish
Right from wrong.

Between reality and
A sugarcoated mist,
I am unable to set walls.
Can I go back to being the one who crawls?

Though now I am amazed;
Yet while loving you,
I couldn't realize
I had been the one to drive myself
Into this craze.
Every speck of my remains, craves.
Every drop of the blood
Running through my veins,
Has drained.

The voices in my head,
The silence of my heart,
They have broken into a war.
What loses;
What wins,
It really doesn't count.
For either way
In this love maze,
Another lost soul will never be found.



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