not whole

a blur in my eyesight, like a drunk staggering too much to drink a tightness in my chest, like air sucked from my lungs, mind racing, too many thoughts running, yet I can process one, the realisation, I am lied to, my muse, threw away my love, memories rush into mind, all the smiles and sadness shared, was it real? am I a mere fool? all I wanted was love, to show that you are loved to never make you feel second, but love is the last thing I want, love has no place near me, I carry enough of its absence.