I Am Leftovers.

How else do I say I am okay if it remains an utter lie?
I lost you, a close friend who have me life, a boy who loved deeply,
but fell so far away from me.
I have nothing nothing now, and I give up.
I want you again and again and again.
But I am left so far empty handed,
I feel the weight of your skin only inside my bones.
It pulls me to the floor, and I never get back up.
I am sorry I have done this.
Forgive me when I am gone.
For now, see this mess I made myself into,
and know I am only this way because I loved someone so wonderful,
I had no feelings to love myself with in the end of it all.