Aftermath

"I write you into every poem I make, until my fingers break...I'm ruining me with the absence of you". Great lines!

knife to my heart! oh my goodness. i have looked at the stars with longing, but never felt them burn my flesh. i pray it never happens.

good write. very good.

That absence is painful.  And it can be ruinous.  Some might say "Just let him go, Tori, there's plenty of others out there."  Ha!  Easier said than done.  I imagine you'll recover if you can write this well.

"..when every one we pointed up at is burning holes in my flesh..."
the memory alive,haunting.so much as not even to be deemed a memory.really feeling this one,nicely done.