They say the worst thing about hell is the knowledge that you've missed heaven. So I can rightly claim to be in my own private hell, for the most painful part of being here, and alone is the knowledge that I'm not with you.



The scent of you, the taste of your lips, the feel of your hair, the few strands of hair on the cold pillow beside mine, and a gallery of memories too precious to forget, yet too painful to dwell on; these are all the mementoes I have of a heaven so brief, so fleeting it seemed unreal and only serves to contrast my current situation.



Yet I wonder, why did it have to be so? Did I have to find you, only to lose you again? We used to be in love, what happened? We used to be close, who drifted? I assume we both did, though why is something we'll never willingly admit to ourselves, yet we know, and, bound by the conventions we set, pine and long for each other, distant though close. We did what we felt we had to, and the consequences plague us more than we're willing to admit, yet we don smiling masks and wear bright makeup to hide our sorrows and pains.

A good book (at this time I am unsure which) says somewhere that love endures all things, tolerates all things, and believes all things. Could it be, then, that we did not love? I think not, I know we loved, yet something happened. The truth is, I find you faultless in the bargain, for I am also guilty, I think, of loving myself more than you. Please don't hold it against me, for if I can not love myself, what hope have I of convincing someone to love me?



I look, but I don't see, I chew, but I don't taste, I swallow, but it may well be air for all I know. Like a sandwich with no filling, like a tree with no leaves, like a dog with no teeth, I wallow, potential unmaximized, wilting, but still, before the darkness falls completely, I draw one last breath to say: Come back to me. I miss you.

nice write-up but may i ask who she is??

Missing someone is okay bt missing your ex when the person has moved on is madness. So put ursef 2geda n look else where. Haven't u heard there are many fishes in the ocean. Before i 4get, nice one.

aha ok nice then.

Brilliant write up.

Cool

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lol thnks.

slimyem:

nice write-up but may i ask who she is??

someone

I miss u more
sobs
bt we still v ow hrts tied 2geda
u v bn d one n ll always b, i love u wit my lyf Ekem. . .
Shhshshsssshhh dont say more

^ hehehehehe
dont let me confuse u jor

why then did u break up? Somebody else jazz u?

Well babe u already know
dont c him as my ex jor, d love s still boomin

Hey I got poems too gaddammit.

Roses are red, violets are blue. I can't write mushy stuff like eyekay but neither can you. Maybe next we get together there might be some hope, if you learn how to wash your nyash and use some damn soap.

The end

SAFO:

Hey I got poems too gaddammit.

Roses are red, violets are blue. I can't write mushy stuff like eyekay but neither can you. Maybe next we get together there might be some hope, if you learn how to wash your nyash and use some damn soap.

The end

ROTFLMAO,guy your talent no dey two.
Can't stop laughing @ "can't write mushy stuff like eyekay but neither can you"

It's from the heart

I can imagine how shallow your heart Is.

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thanks

Fantastic!

@iice something close
@nayah thanks