With Each Passing Day I Die A Little More Poem by Mgt Man

With every passing day
More of my soul fades away
I keep the dark inside
But as it sits and hides
It takes over all my thoughts
Making my stomach turn to knots

I will never say how I truly feel
Because then everything would become real
And I like our fantasy we have created
So drunk on love I am incapacitated
But if I woke I would feel the pain
And from this situation there would be no gain

I am trying to wait 35 more
And in those days keep open the door
Because once it is shut I will be on the floor
And know you could never fill the hole
Destined to be alone forever
Because me and you were never truly together