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I can’t explain
the pain I feel
But know that
this pain is for real.
I sit here and oh
God, it hurts,
Remembering things like the colour of his
shirts,
The clothes his
wore,
The tattoo he
bore.
I ache to the
core,
Just feel so raw.
His very
presence, his smell, his touch,
Just desperately
want it back in my life so much.
All I want is to
be alone and die,
Don’t want to
think clearly and don’t know why.
Can’t eat or
sleep, just want to be free,
Consumed by
feelings’ taken over me.
My heart is
breaking
Miss our love
making
My open wound is
gaping
Can’t get over
him, I’m shaking.
My heart is
broken beyond intensity,
Can’t begin to
measure the immensity,
Out of my depth,
out of control
Just want to
crawl in my own black hole.
I want to hear
his voice, want the telephone to ring,
Just want to know
if he knows I’m still living
Can’t deal with
this new arrangement
Can’t cope with
the feelings of estrangement.
Linda Lawrence
15th
June 2006