The End

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The End

Rage towards who was once the only man for me.
His words echo, ripping open my body mind and soul.
Aware time heals reaching for blind eyes that see.
No one but me can ever make me whole.

Stretch out my limbs to work out the kinks.
I notice my body seeps slowly my blood.
Searching for anything real, find the missing link.
My feet take me nowhere, emptiness floods.

His eyes, smile, the movement of his lips.
His caress, slap, pinch, kiss, all fill my mind.
His smell, the chemistry that moved our hips.
His voice, soft touch, rough love, one of a kind.

These are the ghosts that keep me tied.
My heart knows there is nothing there for us.
When I sit with this I feel part of me has died.
Struggling to accept the end of our lust.

Blood pours from my center dripping down.
Pain has no limit taking my peace of mind.
I scream his name but there is no sound.
Take my suffering and allow me to unwind.

Give me back my sanity and just let me be.
Open my heart without it breaking in two.
Show me how to be free of him give me the key.
I beg, plead, crawl, please show me what to do.

Written by Becky Jo Gibson Sept. 07©
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