To Fill a Hole

Can the river hold me tighter than my ex?

The hole in my chest

and my stomach

desperately tries to fill itself;

folding inwards,

it hurts to breathe.

Fill the hole with vodka,

talk a stroll through the park.

In the middle of the bridge

the water runs fast;

as fast as my mind

tries to justify life,

as fast as all reason

fly’s from my thoughts.

The river whispers

softly in my mind;

"I can fill the hole" it sighs

"I can hold you right.

He doesn’t love you anymore,

he'll never hug you tight."

The pills I had are gone now,

the hole in me grows strong.

While the railing beckons close

I try to figure out

how the situation began.

An accusation of trust betrayed,

disbelief of denial or plea.

"He's dumped me now and I am dying

little by little, everyday."

Can I salvage what is left

of my dead and broken heart?

I’ll never know if I don't try

but it just hurts too much to think.