The Hole

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Fictional Muses

There's a hole in my life
The size and shape of a lover
How did I get here?
When did I learn to live?

 

 

 

This mansion is so empty
And I feel so alone

This is worse than when
My life was full, with Him
I didn't know I wasn't a cat
Or a footstool, depending.
I only knew my giggling pain
And his grunting pleasure.
But now I know absence
And it's tearing me asunder

 

 

 

 

My mind is screaming words
That I don't understand
I just want him back
But I don't know who
It is that I even mean 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

poor Brian. 

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