I guess I'll start with parts of a poem I wrote a few days ago. I won't subject you to the whole thing but I will show you parts. I guess part of me still thinks it will mean something to you. If not today, some day. Perhaps some day you will wish you had someone more like. Perhaps ... some day.
... My eyes are black
But still burns for you
My heart's not black
But it burns too ...
... I said you completed me
Because I defined me in you
But now that you're gone
What am I supposed to do? ...
... And now with every new dream
I am one dream closer to my last
My future never so dim
As when shined by my past
My heart never so broken
Until broken in two
My life never seemed useless
Until I lost you ...