internal
affairs

back to basics
the girl
her family
her pals
the work
the non-work
the ranting
the lens

talk to the girl
out of town

Hollow

i am hollow
i am empty
i am drained
there is nothing left
with every tear, i asked why
with every tear, i understood
with every tear, i lost a part of myself
with every tear, i lost my soul
i have no tears left
my soul is gone
i understand, but still i question
i am empty
i am hollow
i am drained
there is nothing left

A while back, the girl had the misfortune of discovering what heartbreak felt like. This poem is her attempt to record the feeling, or lack thereof. The most painful part, she says, was not knowing why the person who hurt her did it, and then having it dawn on her a few hours later.

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