the years it took me to see you. it took me eight years to really see you as empty. i fought your demons for eight years before i realized they were all ghosts. every punch went through them because they were just blurry shapes of what once was. i always fought for the soul that you lost, expecting that some day it would re-appear, if not for me for somebody. and i felt a frivolous impatient need for it to be me. but in the years it took me to see you i realized may 15th you are nothing at all. your body is full of almost nothing. and you have nothing to give. even though youve loved me too for years, you have no heart to open, no guts to spill