Cool! *speechless*
I've already let go of your hand,
yet you still hold on;
You think I'm there beneath you,
but the truth is that I'm gone.
With the wind I have flown,
not by body, but by spirit;
My skin may have no feathers,
but I fly, and you can see it.
You choose to ignore,
the inevitable truth;
Stuck like glue to lies,
'cause your heart, is what they sooth.
My body may still move,
but my eyes are completely dead;
You may think we're still together,
but it's no longer me in your bed.
My soul has flown away,
to a place I can only dream;
No harm to my weary heart,
no more harm to me.
This is beautiful! 
I like the fact that you rhyme sometimes and then get off the rhyme, and I like that it's not like most poems which talk about being left, but leaving. Beautiful! Keep up the good work!
I've already let go of your hand,
yet you still hold on;
You think I'm there beneath you,
but the truth is that I'm gone.
With the wind I have flown,
not by body, but by spirit;
My skin may have no feathers,
but I fly, and you #FF0000 ">can is it suppose to be can't? see it.
You choose to ignore,
the inevitable truth;
Stuck like glue to lies,
'cause your heart, is what they sooth.
My body may still move,
but my eyes are completely dead;
You may think we're still together,
but it's no longer me in your bed.
My soul has flown away,
to a place I can only dream;
No harm to my weary heart,
no more harm to me.
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