Love kills slowly.
Fear comes in that you lost that one person who made everything bad disappear.
And all you do is think about them.
What'd you do wrong?
How could you possibly still not be good enough?
When you walk around and physically feel your heart hurting.
Feel this pain in your aching body
Feel sick to your stomach, and dizzy.
Lost.
Confused.
Utterly and completely alone.
It seems time has stopped and you are stuck in this never ending hell.
When you feel a little piece of your happiness slipping away after every passing moment.
When you feel this...
You have lost your love.
And its killing you slowly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem