I feel complete.

I wish your love wasn’t absent.

I can’t tolerate your behaviour.

You are making me bitter.

You don’t want to regurgitate it all.

I am happy that your dreams came true.

I wrote this poem as to say, some men need love.

I feel for those children, that don’t get to have anything under their Christmas tree.

It is hard to believe I will be happy again.

I think the title pretty much explains it.