soulless.

because some days
it hurts,
more than others;
even to talk
to you,
or see your name;
let alone your eyes.
the game is tough
to maintain
and you never want to acknowledge,
how it rips and tears
at my sinew and spine.

how my tears are not for you,
but for my stolen
heart;
and my soulless voice —
you won’t ever be mine.

we both know,
but you refuse to admit it.
so i wait
not for you,
but for your denial
to be revealed
and truth
to finally
let me go.

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