The new life

The new life

A Poem by Kirsten Kvaale

I can't hold myself together with only two
cold hands
Each night I lose signatures of myself
The ink simply spills through my fingers as though
I am dancing with a ghost;
my own ghost, it may seem
For I have been killing who I was and I miss her quite terribly.
But maybe she went away with you
because she loved you too much
and couldn't bare the thought of never sharing another laugh
Now I'm left to miss you both
As though I've started an entire new life
A life without my happiness
A life without you, my love
And a life without myself

© 2013 Kirsten Kvaale

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Added on November 17, 2013
Last Updated on November 17, 2013
Tags: Love, cold, brokenheart, longing, death


Kirsten Kvaale
Kirsten Kvaale

Alberta, Canada

Sixteen year old aspiring writer Currently in eleventh grade more..