She left me with a sullen stare
Filled with blades, it cut me deep
I couldn’t take her silent glare,
I wanted passion, I needed heat.
She left me twisted, old and broken
Half the man I was before.
I spoke no words though my mouth was open,
And sank to knees upon the floor.
I should have begged I should have pleaded
What was wrong? And how to mend?
I could have said twas her I needed.
This day could not be the end.
With my silence I did squander
All the chances that I had.
Now I sit alone and wonder,
Will this silence drive me mad?
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Submission Name: Left Me
