xx.

'You know what the worst part is? The emptiness. The lack of something inside that keeps you moving on. The thought of you, trying to be erased. But is in there. Like a tattoo. In my skin. You are still there. As warm as usual. And me, here, getting colder every moment that passes by. Without you. Missing every moment we haven't spent together since you walked away.

And I'm still here,
standing,
alone.'