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I don't know where to begin.
I don't know what to do.
Have you lost as much sleep as I have?
Are you tired too?
I fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.
I never gave up on you.
Was it wrong of me to think I could keep you?
I always thought this feeling would be mine alone.
You're everything to me.
I'm nothing you.
It's plain and simple, really.
They said you weren't coming back.
I didn't want to believe them, I wanted to hear it from you.
Are you still here?
I can't find you.
I thought I lost you somewhere among the twists
And the turns
And the dead ends.
But you were never really there at all.
So I'll burn all my bridges and leave this all behind.
I'll erase every smile and take back every sigh.
I won't stop until I can breathe you in again.
This is it.
This is what being helpless feels like.
And I don't like it one bit.
Without YouAs I sit here all alone
An emptiness inside
I wish that you were here with me
To tell me not to cry
To wipe the tear drops from my cheek
And to whisper in my ear
To tell me that you love me
And that there's nothing left to fear
But you are gone, will you come back?
This is something I need to know.
So I can hold up my head high
And continue with this show
You hold everything together.
Even though you don't think it's true.
But without you here it falls apart,
And I don't know what to do.
I pretend that I am strong
As I go from day to day
But this emptiness is crushing me
As my world starts to decay
So please just come back now
And tell me not cry
I can't live my life without you
I know because I've tried.
I Miss You
The closest I get is in my dreams,
so I am eager for the day's end.
Nothing's worth anything unless you are here.
So I hurry and say goodnight.
This isn't as desperate as it seems.
While on memory I do depend;
I know I can live without you near.
But I'll hurry and say goodnight.
They tell me it's time for me to move on,
but what does that even mean?
I refuse to forget the love that we shared,
so I hurry and say goodnight.
It may not be right, but who are they to tell me it's wrong?
Maybe I don't know what I need.
But this distance between us just isn't fair.
My every day is your eternal night.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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