College Poetry,  Poetry


“Hollow” 10-27-99

How does one stop missing another?

Only if he were cruel could I relish in our separation.

Love is the hell I find myself in,

Longing for any sign of affection.

Once I swore to stop hurting myself, but I lied.

Will I ever be able to love again?

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