When you walked

Out of that door, you took my heart with you.

I cannot love because I'm ill equipped.

My heart is apart of you, it's a martyr for you.

Whatever you do to yourself I feel it.

I feel the pain, I feel the abuse, I feel the cold winter night breeze, I feel the bruise, and I feel the glass in your lungs.

I feel what you feel.

I'm with you wherever you go.

As much as you're trying to escape me you can't, and as much as I want to forget you I can't.

What's the remedy of human removal from the soul.

How do you surgically detach someone's soul from yours?

Is it possible?

What if you love the soul of someone who doesn't exist?

What if you're madly in love and longing for the soul of someone who walks this earth yet their soul isn't intact to their bodies? 

How do you cope?

How do you let go?

Because I'm frozen in my steps, every single day I long for you. 

Every single day my mind drifts into the past places where our love once resided...because that's where I reside.

I want to believe one day you'll wake up and be you again, one day you'll wake up and remember you are a father, one day you'll wake up and remember you can change, one day you'll wake up and want us.

One day, maybe one day.

You will find yourself again, and with yourself comes your life, and with your life comes you daughters, and with your daughters comes me.

I love someone who isn't even aware of their existence, I love someone who doesn't love me back, I love someone...

And that someone is merely a memory.