Love can be horrible, sometimes.
Here’s some Haiku about that.
The updated version of this poem can be found here.
Nobody But You
Now you have left me
Desolate: understanding,
This love is over.
All I now desire
Out of reach: estranged moments
Cold, empty feelings.
Every day, torture
Realisation; final
Line drawn, completed.
There is no return,
Our path blocked: accept failure
No future to gain.
Nobody but you
At this instant matters more:
Loss too much to bear.
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