It is no use to me...
The broken pieces have been occupying the space where it once lay...
The sharp edges have been gliding across my insides...
With each jab comes a sting, a memory of you and I...
I wish I could forget how deeply I longed for you...
That space inside that is occupied with nothing...
It longs for nothing now...
How can it when nothing fills it...
Not joy, not happiness, not a hope for a new love...
Not even a hope for the last.
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