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You've said goodbye

and completed your thought.

Though you loved, wholly,

without understanding my heart,

you comprehended the sickness

that comsumed me as thoroughly

as it did you.

You've ended the emotions

I sent through your soul,

swiftly, and without remorse.

But now, they course through me,

and I'm sure it was your intent

to confuse me, and complete me.

I was your butterfly,

macabre and statuesque,

but you were my stronghold,

grounded and beautiful.

Longing to fall into sleep

with you by my side,

holding me loosely,

yet certain that I was safe,

I await slumber, and force

exhaustion into my desperate being.

Advice I have for you,

yet you refuse to speak,

knowing that when your voice his my perked ears,

I'd smile, and yearn to hear more.

Instead, you distance yourself,

and create a sheild,

impenitrable by my stare.

My Lost Boy, how I long to save you,

and ask that you come back,

if only to tell me you loathe me.

I remain stoic until that day.