'After too much dissapointment, it becomes numb.'
How, I wonder, does this statement apply to the heart? This muscle that works so hard at keeping me alive.
Finding myself once again standing in an ocean of my own tears, how is my heart holding up?
I think she needs a vacation.

You went away, ten thousand years ago to the day.
Ghosts of us lace my brain, addicted to equisite pain.
I have stumbled through the endless maze, running from, while searching for your gaze.
As I march towards a trite cliche....I wonder of the new role I am to play.

A lingering pain. 'Changed who I was as a person', the reason I have been given why it still hurts. The mathematical equations don't seem to be working.
Finding the path of transformation...maybe the new me will not want you. And I'll finally get some sleep.