You, You, You by Lorelei Thomas

there is a hunger within

biting and gripping

it holds me captive in its cold and clenched hands

i can almost make out Your face

in its void

and every time i think i’ve been released

begin a blissful new ascent

echoes of Your name bombard

my senses

i am still bound

there is a fear within

sick and twisted

that i will never heal from the wound You have made

chained to the memory

of what might’ve been

scarlet rivers stain my starlit skin

You can’t fix it now

and maybe You never could

but what i wouldn’t give

to hear You try again

it’s not that i miss You

but the piece of me that You took

calls out to me still