Missing - It lives in me

"Waiting here for you.

A long, long time for you.

Through the night,

'Till the morning,

'Till the dawn of a new day

For you, to come, to me"

- My Song

Missing, it has personality, a heartbeat, it lives in me. With hope it builds up, then crashes down in sharp pieces, each ravaging my peace of mind. Huge gashes rip across my soul, I hold my chest hoping to physically keep in the blood of my soul, now flowing freely with no respite. The distance, so hard, the missing so heavy. No fuel for the fires of comfort in this moment, aching to hold you again. No way to make time hurry, spending my days running one step ahead of the ache, it pursues me mercilessly. When I stop, it collides with my soul, running through it with full force, leaving the hollow echo of you and my soul in limbo. Your alive, not dead, your gone, but your still here, no resolution when your love is taken from you by force, and held against your will.

First written in opinionsofeye.com (http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2012/01/missing-it-lives-in-me.html)