You left me, but you cannot leave my heart.I hold you there, with or without your will.No matter where you go, you will be partOf me, my dearest friend and lover still.I'll tell you of the pain I feel, and allThe things you've done that hurt and make me bleed.And then your icy words you will recall,And comfort me, and give me what I need.This I can do alone, and yet the realYou lives and lies far beyond my touch.But since my true intention is to stealThe you I loved, the real you isn't much.Don't worry--I'll treat you tenderly:The lovely you, you left behind with me.
~GhosT~
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