Lacuna.

I miss the old days

When I could call you mine

And when I smiled

When I knew I could feel love.

But I left you

And now my heart is a lacuna,

That dark, empty, bottomless pit

Inside me, clawing at my soul

Trying to tear me to shreds.

This poem is about: 
Me

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