The thought of you being with me
is a knife to my heart,
because I know
that's all it will ever be.
They say time heals all...
but I'm not so sure.
The pain I feel,
skips the body
and cuts straight into my soul.
No other has meant as much,
hurt me so deep
or helped me so often.
I love you,
for better or worse.
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