Bitter Sensations

Every time I eat,

I'm nausious.

Every time I think,

it's about not having you.

Every time I remember,

I was forever yours,

And you were mine.

Tears flow with reckless abandon,

as my body is wracked in spasms,

all the while clutching a memory,

A stuffed dog, and you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just for refrence, the woman this is about is that same from "That which is her" and "I love you more than"

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Whoever she was, she doesn't know what she had.