I....

I loved him,
Lost him,
And now i will never have him.
Because he, and he alone,
single handidly,
tore apart my heart,
piece by piece,
leaving a big gaping hole in my chest,
and every time i see his face or hear his name,
He, without even knowing it, drops acid on the edges of that gaping hole that he created,
And every time i hear his voice,
the edges of this open hole recieve a searing pain that aches enough to lift me to my feet,
To somehow look for reasurance,
That i still have a chance,
and that i can move on without a thought of him in my mind ever again.