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"maybe if things weren't so hard", he said.

the words left scars to this mind.

here i am now im in my bed,

and im all alone without him and

im wishing he were here;

to share the warmth of this new heat,

to feel the consistency of this heartbeat.

i'm crawled up against the wall

and in this room i feel so small.

the walls hold memories of words we spoke

this bed holds so many promises we broke.

"i can't hold on, i can't be here"

he left without a sign, carried away his grace

and now im stuck here with this image of his face

and memories thoughts can replace,

feelings this mind just can't erase.

"maybe if things weren't so hard", he said..

well now its playing in my head

how am i supposed to go on?

now that you're gone.