You know that feeling,
the one where it seems like they're reaching into your soul
to steal whatever remnants lay there
It's never ending;
there isn't enough of you to please them
the good parts are long gone
and all you're left with is the dregs-
The ghost of her.
You convince yourself that there's more.
because when you know this is it,
that this is all you have,
your mind will break from the weight
the burden of putting one foot in front of the other.
Maybe you will go on pretending,
fooling them (and yourself) into thinking you have something left to take
so that at least they will try.
The ravaging of your self is better than being