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Burning love.

I wake up each morning to the emptiness of a double bed.
The ideals I had placed before me didn't match the reality I was in, or the mindset but waking up in those arms made me realise a lot.
I do miss him even though it was brief.

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Novembers chill has me as cold as Decembers blues, but unlike before the silver lining is baffling for I'm not sure what or if there is one.
The cold is seeping into my bones which slowly travels to my heart, unlike before I'm fighting for it, fighting for me because at the end of the day no one will and as I've casually seen, people only think of themselves, which makes me think of the trust that's been broken down so many times before.

The struggles for power here aren't unnoticed, yet I still don't know if it's all in my head, I question it and ask myself a thousand times a day but still I'm struggling to find an answer.

I'm assuming he likes this, the stares over the dimmed lights, the friendly nod unacknowledged and the messages he can easily delete, I wonder sometimes is he as cold as I now think or has this shaken his memory of what was before?

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I've somehow relapsed into this, my free spirit caught in the flames of a burning love.
"Remember what you've done and who you are", no one said this was ever easy.

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