My heart is emptier than the bottle of ***** sitting on my windowsill. And those three words you said to me are burning at my throat again, and god I'm trying to forget you, but your touch is engraved all over my body. I feel it wherever I go. I can't even listen to my favorite songs without the reminder that you're gone. I can't even find beauty in the city lights the way I used to, that euphoric feeling I felt is gone. I guess when you left you took everything that I had. But that's okay because id rather feel nothing without you anyway.
-psm

And now you know the truth
my little one.
Of untold secrets,
on the wind

The omnipresent being
you have become
all too soon,
to begin again.

I do not see the souls
of creatures small
as any less
than you or I,

though my innocence
lost time and time ago,
theirs is sleeping still
'neath the noon day sun

Though they feel the pain,
they know not its name
yet know it's time to go.