The Emptiness of Love

This vacuum of space
where love used to be.
This black-hole in
myself where there
used to be you.
This consumed place
a person used to reside.
This anxiety attack
of what once was feeling.
This corroded area
that used to be filled.
This broken spot
that used to be unknown.
This craving for something
to replace what is gone.
This hell that
used to be heaven.
This dead place
where life used to be.
This cemetery
inside my heart.
This guarded desire
and this hole
in my heart.
This nothingness
that consumes me.
This mushy feeling
that reeks of desert.