Devastation

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The hurt,
The devastation,
The sadness.
Hurt by your words,
Your words to him,
His words to you.
The devastation from not being able to have you every day.
The sadness of not having your love.
I can't have you,
But I want you.
You can have me,
But I don't know if you want me,
Could want me.
Yet you want him,
And he wants you.
You say you love me,
Yet he has you.
It chips away at my soul,
Slowly,
Making me tumble down the hole of madness,
Of depression.
It only gets worse,
Each moment,
Each hour,
Each day.
It's like an earthquake,
Shaking me to my very core,
Turning my buildings of happiness into rubble.
A complete devastation of my soul.

Steven Krauss-Akins ©2015

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