Sunday, October 19, 2014

The part of me that is not missing but dead

People say you fall in love and 
fall out of love, 
but once you love somebody, you never really stop loving them. 
You fell out of love 
with me. 
No matter what I do, who I am with, how successful I am, 
I always feel a part of me is dead. 
You cut a hole in my history, and I can never really feel complete again.