I want you back now that you're gone.
My heart's a pit no love can fill.
I stumble through my days of stone
Bereft of joy, bereft of will.
I could not tell myself I loved
You as I did for fear of pain.
Far easier not to be moved,
Than moved to love, and hurt again.
How stupid! I loved anyway,
And now the blame is all my own.
Please rescue me, this torture stay,
And for my sin I will atone.
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