Open flashes
Sitting behind a window
Endless and untouchable.
Wanting and yearning
Nothing to fill the gap
you’ve left.
A permanent void.
~~~
I could write a thousand lines,
I could feed myself all the bullshit
About our perfect family,
But I cannot anymore
The illusion is bygone.
Eaten by the knowledge
Of allowing my heart to open,
I will never be whole again.
It was always an empty illusion.
DoRee MelNic 