caught up in passion and pain
emptiness aches and destinations
unknown
bottomless void that holds nothing
and wraps itself around everything
a smile that hides behind an illusion
but really hasn’t it always been
masked by this great
divide
temporary addiction moving
from one thing to the next
filled by her only to be broken
filled by another only to be a token
of what might have been
on yet another empty stage
she can’t give what she doesn’t have
and i love her
god i do for trying
she’ll fight and die
to keep a fraction of what
once was
I’ve been gone too long she says
but no one knows
when i went away
jorc709
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temporary addiction moving
from one thing to the next..
this whole piece sounds as if you have written it about me…