Revolution

Hollow...awaiting a refill of what I am 'suppose' to be made of...can someone tell me what that is please? I seemed to have forgotten, or maybe I lost it when we rolled around in my sheets...no worries, ill find it.....but until I do, let's try and figure it out together. The space is just big enough for the both of us, well kind of. It’s big enough for the idea of us, what I created and who I was because of this. I became this 'love addict'....drunk off love, or being in love....still intoxicated so I can't really remember...but I'm sure it was something like that until I was robbed of my core and shaken from the outside in...Wait! I think I found it....no false alarm...still searching. I only recently noticed this empty space, physically speaking.  Or is it that I just decided to leave denial and accept what I have known all along…? Note to self: denial is not a safe haven. I knew when it happened, I felt the cold, hard feeling of lonely, it felt like winter…but until I reached inside myself I had no clue how deep this ran.  Sorry, denial again. I knew exactly how deep.  It was a through and through wound, like a bullet that never stopped, eviscerating all that I had strived to be. What I was made of resided beside my heart, they were best friends.  Never one without the other…but when my heart kept breaking, who I was grew tired.  Tired of the crying,the complaining, the hurt…the constant “what did I do wrong” questions to myself…this inner me just couldn’t take it anymore, because it knew better. This existence of who I was suppose to be was fed up.  Left me behind to fend for myself.  Rebuild myself, my heart, my being. Each day I am closer to learning who I am, and what I am to become. Denial no more…This is the revolution of me.