What You Left Behind
I’ve no more love to give

I remember all the best parts of our love
As I lay here with another, that is not you,
All I can give them now, is a kiss goodnight
Nothing more, that’s the best that I can do.
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I awake each morning, it’s like I’ve forgotten
That you had so very recently walked away,
Then the memory hits, comes crashing down
Of how I begged and pleaded for you to stay.
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Now all I can feel is my tender heart aching
No one to talk to, such a fool my family say,
But there’s always that one candle burning
For you, the one true love that got away.
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Enough time has passed for you to return
If you had any such inclination to do so,
My heart needs to fully accept this sad truth
That it is obvious to all, only my brain knows.
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So now day by day my life has become empty
As week after week continually roll into one,
I wonder often what you’re feeling, so proud now
Of the pain and damage, that you alone have done.
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I’m pretty sure that I no longer enter your thoughts
You said it’s over, so I am out of sight, out of mind,
Oh, I sure do wish it was that easy, here on my side
Instead of the heartache and suffering combined.
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If you were to come on back, within the next few days
I wouldn’t allow you too, as my heart will not forgive,
I have drowned my love for you, with every tear spent
Now I am an empty shell, with no more love to give.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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