You can love so deeply, until it hollows you out,
Giving her your all, with every fiber of your being laid bare,
Yet, somewhere along the way, something inside you shattered,
Leaving fragments of hope scattered in the abyss.
My absence weighs upon me like an anchor,
Dragging me deeper into the depths of longing,
While your absence seems to pass like a fleeting shadow,
Leaving me stranded in a desolate landscape of yearning.
I would willingly embrace blindness,
If you were the last vision before darkness enveloped me,
Brighter than the sun, yet knowing your touch is poison,
You would still be the final imprint on my soul's canvas.
In the quiet moments of solitude,
I trace the contours of what once was,
A love so fervent, now reduced to whispered regrets,
Echoing through the corridors of my heart.
Each memory a dagger, piercing the armor of resilience,
Leaving scars that ache with every breath,
For in loving you fiercely, I lost a piece of myself,
A sacrifice laid bare on the altar of devotion.
Yet, amidst the wreckage of our love's demise,
There lingers a flicker of hope,
That perhaps in the ashes of what we once were,
I will find the strength to rise, and love again.