it's been exactly one month 12 days 15 hours

45 minutes and 5 seconds since that pit in my stomach formed 

falling into it,

never to hit the bottom.

continuous motion making me sick every time i think.

the need to get everything out of my system with that comes a single thought.

you.

this isn't temporary.

permanent will forever be a word i hate because of you.

endings always seemed bittersweet to me,

bitter is all i feel.

regret and sorrow have become my friend.

they try to fill the abyss with memory's of you.

if it is to save me or bury me is a question for another time.

i'll patiently wait for my exit.

after all it has never been my time.