makes the lover tongue-tied
those who have the most to substantiate
have the most to conceal
Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends;
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter
I feel hollow, like a part of me was ripped away and I can’t do anything about it.
All that’s going through my mind is,“ He just doesn’t want you anymore.”
There’s just pain now.
Sweet bitter pain somehow keeps that wanting you even stronger than before, when that fire inside me started as a spark