i'd like to love you but my heart is a sore

so we had our days of choice. we had those moments of admirance. we risk our plentyful emotion on a shadow. & that ghost of his is anything but fades. unworthily dissapears in thin air to vain. we grief a moment or maybe two and we kill ourselves in sober too. it's just like funeral in small amounts. we kill the waiting and we kill them all gone. and after i've killed them into an empty hole; now there is nothing there left to cling on. we all have the amount to restrain. but why don't it shine upon. open my heart and scribble it 'gone'. because you've gone like the wind that blew me from.