I love the last line in this one.

Ooh, I have chills... that was awesome imagery: "of the emptiness and coldness that/has been weaving/in and out of my body". I can relate to this poem a lot. Without love, there is nothing... if you're writing this from experience, hold on and be strong. Love will come again. :)

Keep writing, 'cause you're pretty darn good at it.

Ironic Presence