The feeling of a second without you is raw; it is coarse and crude; it is cold and bleak; it is red and painful; it leaves me entirely as I am, frank and unpleasant—raw.

The raw edges of my skin used to be attached to you, until you were torn away from me, until i had you taken away from me.

But baby, you could never leave me, I could never forget you. You exist inside me, a phantom feeling inside the hole you left in my heart. My love for you is raw, unprocessed and absolutely pure.

When I had to go away, you were ripped from me. My arteries were torn and there was necrosis at the wounds. My guts were wrenched from me.

I am nothing. You were my soul, but now i am but a vessel. during my autopsy, you will find a shattered heart and blood everywhere, because I had to leave you, torn apart cell by cell, heart sting by heartstring.