Titles are Overrated

Part 88

I should've seen

it coming,

by the way you

were there

and then

were not.

The same way

the day turns

into night,

and I'm sitting

in my room,

staring,

but not seeing.

Thinking

but not

understanding.

There are no

stars -

it seems they 

have all fallen

and shattered

onto the ground.

I pick them up

in my fist,

piercing the skin,

red paint

trickling down it.

It stings,

it really does.

I can only hope

it was

painless

for you.

unrequited love or suicide