Uneven.

This is not a masterpiece, this is just whats happening, this is cause I can't just breathe after losing half of me. This is just my last perceived, feeling of collapsed belief, that this was ending happily. Laughably, I'm still holding on, when this is out of grasp for me. What is it that you ask of me, why is it that it seems, your freedom only comes with a stab into the back of me? Tragedy. That you would stoop as low as this, was I too in love with you to notice it, or was this always how you've known we split, I am absolutely closure-less. Hopelessness, since the moment you exposed your his, and I can't even blow a kiss, without the notion that it's yours to get, and feel two fingers on my lips, my souls adrift. It's missing left an open rift, that no one else could ever hope to fit, or come the slightest bit even close to it, and you just act as if I don't exist, I wail in pain that you won't fix, instead you sit and stare at this...... emotionless......