The lack of poetry is symbolic of the deadness of soul i have felt, Since we have been no longer 'us', Mourning the love of a caring hand calming the head rush, My tears fall within now, And only surface when the vessel is flooded, I cant afford to think, So my movements are accelerated, Because i know if i stop the feeling will kill me, I miss the kiss in the morning, The saftey of arriving home to a face i trust with my whole heart, The only one id die for, Its heavy when i awake to a daunting reality where you are not, Where i cannot feel you, This doesnt feel like my life, Because i only felt alive with you, Like a part of me died and renewed, People say ive changed, But only one person knows the real shane And shes in pain because of him, So she feels she doesnt know him, The affliction from him is foreighn, I lie awake staring at the ceiling, Despair,no healing,crushing feeling, The only person im needing is free now, And i feel ive lost her to the world, I feel you pulling away from my soul, However hard i try to keep you in it. I do not own your essence. I love you......but we must evolve seperatley, If theres ever a chance..... We can see if true love exists.... Because i cant stop loving you, If there is no sense in this poem im sorry, But it is merley a reflection of my heart, I miss you.....all of you.....every last drop of you..... I want to be your back pack again.... But this bag must travel before it arrives home.... And i hope the house isnt empty when i do..... But if it is.... Ill accept that your destiny called you.... And you had to answer.... one thing is as clear as clarity herself......i love you.....and i miss you..... And it hurts like hell.....