writing my catharsis

Each thing I do these days is an effort to divert my thoughts from the ever-dwelling you. If I am a half-hollow circle, many have come to fill me three-quarters, but only you ever had the chance at making me whole. Soul mates don’t always end up together, and I think sometimes it’s for the best. We had a love so fierce it hurt sometimes. I was devastated by your coming, and destroyed by your going.

Everything will live in the shadow of what we used to be–you were my muse, my heart’s beat, my breath.

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