I wake in the morning with “I love you” on my lips, emptiness in my bed and no one to say anything to in the silence. That space up against me, that fit specifically to you, is now a barren reminder of how much you completed me. I’m not sure what really went wrong, I’m not even sure anything did. I’m only sure I miss you, I need you, I want you.
When Love Disappears
Published by Artemis On Fire
Successful entrepreneur, mother of two, lover of Self, maker of magick! Spiritually raw and vulnerable. I've traveled the world, well parts, with much more to see. Mined the deepest depths of grief, the field of infinite possibilities and sometimes visit that thin veil beyond space and time. A lover of love with no lover, an always hopeful heart and loads of great stories to share on the path to --the one--. A writer of poetry, inspiration and whatever else sparks the imagination to guide us both to living whole-heartedly. Follow me down the rabbit hole, let's drink the intoxicating elixir of life, discover our true selves, our passions, desires and most of all, THE MAGICK! The magick inside that is uniquely you, uniquely me. The juicy mojo-magick that takes us from living ordinary and opens us to the extraordinary! View all posts by Artemis On Fire