with the halves that half you in half and the parts that part you with parts
filling the empty spaces with Darkness surrounding where you should be filled
missing you is like a poem without a meaning
a life without a matter
here isn’t fun anymore
because I’m alone
and where’s the fun in being alone without my partner in crime
and I know I should wish you the best but bitterness is overruling and all I can do is wish it for it to end

aivilo retniw