Ceramic Heart

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The Things We Left Behind

All too often I fail to understand the exuberance within your pain.
Nothing here is mine
Nothing here is yours

All of my expectations faded with you.

I don't have much of you, just recollections of happiness far beyond my worth.
Yet you showed me love unending.
Became my breath when I was suffocating.
Etched into me, undying emotion.

I've got a heavy heart, an unquiet mind
A lingering fear that when you disappear
It will be for good this time.