Empty Vessels

The source of my pain is not the empty vessels that once filled my bed. Nor, is it the heartache I've suffered at the hands of those empty vessels.
The pain in my heart stims from the true love I have ignored; from the love I didn't fight for.

I want to go to him, I want to tell him, how sorry I am that I, sabotaged our love.

The pain seems un-ending and no matter who may fill his physical space. No one, can fill the piece of my heart he stole. No one, can come close to making me feel as special as he thought I was for a time.

My heart longs for someone who isn't here, and never was. It longs for something only found in fairytales; my heart longs to be truly loved and freed from love...