i love you

maybe we are who we are
because we have been a part...

a part from my loves,
a part of them.

i cant live like this anymore,
and he is finally beginning to see.

they are a part of me
that Ive missed so much of.
a part of me who i miss,
and am reconnected with over and over and over again.

i don't want to live like this any more,
a pit in my belly, and a hole in my heart.
i don't want to, i don't want to. i don't want to.

i cant feel removed anymore.
mind, soul, or body.

it cries outside
when we do inside,
every time we part.

~its been over ten years already... is it really that horrible that i want to be with family now?