Almost a year since that day
When the phone rang...

Another poem,
Filled with sorrow so deep...

She likes him.
He likes her...

The infernos of hell.
And the light that brings hope...

I thought I finally healed...
I thought I was finally free...

I hate you!
for talking to me...

I miss you
I long to see you...

In the midst of the night,
of my dreams...

IT is there,
or here...

Skin stretched across her face,
Eyes caved in...

We each carry our own stories
Of how life has beaten us...

Love is for the brave.
You may have never been told this before...