Her Poem by Manda Lorden

Ive seen this before
far to many times
Contemplation occurs
someones left behind.
Echos of emptiness talk back,
where the music if Light used to be
Blasted right off the tracks,
when i was finally able to see.
I can smell you on my blankets
I sometimes randomly taste you
You put yourself inside of me,
now i dont know what to do
Invoking Love is dangerous.
Intentions of abundance.
only speaking words.
my dreams have been rinsed.
I frantically search for prior feelings
but everything inside is dim
You set my soul on fire
But always wanted him.
Sitting in this dark black soot,
no fire or light, i sit in fear.
Deep within my beating heart
i imagine you wanting me near
I think im now confused
as my lungs fill up with air
I have become uncertain of anything,
in me, Thats something so rare.