This poem explains how I'm feeling about finishing...

Today makes it 40 weeks since you've been gone
280 days dragging on and on...

My eyes paced around that waiting room
Eyeing bodies, broken bones...

You fill me up with emptiness
Till I choke on broken air...

All it took was a look
And your cover was blown...

I'm laying here with second best
And it's slaughtering your soul...

To the girl who will replace me
I think it's best I tell you straight...

It must feel like a burden,
Knowing you're to blame...

If I was honest with myself,
I'd admit how much it hurts...

Surely you knew this would happen?
Or were you always in denial...

** I don't know if you could call this a poem...
We're slowly drifting out of reach. Slowly blowing...

And our love is like a game of tug of war; when...