Lost To Your Touch

Trying so hard, I am. So hard

to find the light you took from me.

Gain the sun I lost to your touch.

Be the woman I was once used to be.

Hold confidence in my hips, not this

phantom feeling of your palms spread

across them. The loss of an almost lover.

Worse than that, the loss of a friend.

So many times I converse in the mirror,

tell myself that you were not kind to me.

Not ever. How my mind is now clearer, but

my heart still holds a place for you. I try

to replace it with hate. It is just not true.

How I hate that I still love you.