Empty

Empty is more than just my heart
It is the blank pages meant for art
That in your absence I've torn apart
To erase the ending before the start 

 

Empty is more than just my soul
It is the knowing I'll never be whole
That comes at such an emotional toll
I cannot seem to regain control

 

Empty is more than just in my head
It is no one sleeping on your side of the bed
It is the regret of not having pled
With you and letting you leave me instead

 

Empty is more than just what I feel
It is all that seems to be real
A fate that I can never unseal
Because of the things that I chose to conceal

This poem is about: 
Me

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