The Hole

A short love poem; that's a type of writing that usually comes as an inspiration to me

I found it again. It wasn't hard to locate it, because it filled some good space. A hole right in the chest, so deep that sometimes I asked myself if it really ended somewhere. It was hollow, completely empty; didn't bother me, bleed or throb in any way. Actually, I think nobody but me could see it. Except you. You, who besides causing it, could clearly see it. And, then yes, it tightened, hurt, took the air away from me. It opened even wider, if that was possible. Taking a piece each day, despite that was not your intention. It was my fault. Because, without noticing, I made all the pieces yours. And, even today, I'm not sure they are not. I still see the chest hole. And I know you see it too. 

Author's Note

I decided to take it slow because that's the first thing I write down here. Hope you guys enjoyed it at least a litte bit haha Ignore grammar issues, please, I've just translated it from Portuguese. Thank you.