Chronicles of Being Catfished: The Hole

I'm starting to tear as I think of him more.

I'm starting to fear as my body aches and sore.

Every time I see his people,
        or I see couples.

My eyes focused, defocused, and my heart sighs.

There's a hole, a void;
        I can't deny.

Left deeply empty,
        left sorely open.

People tend to fill it, one by one,
        but as temporarily it is filled,
        it is gone as soon as I'm left alone.

Alone with my thoughts,
         I push all aside.

But, the hole never subsided.



tO b3 conTinu3d..