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I close my eyes,

and you are stood there before me,

You my love,

In all your glory.



When i open them.

you are gone again,

you've gone back home,

The other side of the world.



This bed is too big,

for little me,

i need you here,

to hold me.



I wish i could turn around,

and you'd be there,

to hold me, to kiss me

to protect me the way you did.



I wish we could be together,

you and me alone,

all the things we could do,

swim around my head, tormenting.



Sometimes i want to curl up and die,

i always want to be by your side,

sometimes the blade calls out to me,

sometimes i give in.