My soul is torn inside, 
to have you near me and knowing 
you are the owner of another man. 
At night I remember your kisses, 
those who you planted me with rage, 
leaving its mark on my body, 
in my mind and my being. 
My heart bleeds with pain, 
to not possess you 
in this loneliness that kills. 
Sad it´s my life yearning for you, 
after sleepless nights, 
watching your photography 
on the nightstand. 
It hurts me to accept reality, 
no matter how much i love you, 
you mine not will be.

Author: Edwin Yanes

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