Skeleton soul

Sometimes love is just not enough, you say this through closed eyes.
With a heart that no longer listens.
Crack, black, smack over me. Pouring through my veins.
Anger grips, then subsides.
The lonely spectre vacancy hugs me tight.
The skeleton sipping my misery.
Tickling my heart and playing a sorrowful tune on my ribs.
Tink.Tonk.Tink.
All gone, as I see you depart.
Head down, soul shaken, yet still whole.
You will never know how much these words have affected me.

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