My EX drunk called me and it messed me enough to make this as a 16 year old.

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As I diffuse your words I get more and more confused,
Do you still love me or just trying to reuse?

I lay awake, as my body shake,
Result of betrayed memories put my emotions at stake.

My sweaty palms and concerned sighs,
Still doesn't stop me from my clearly laid demise.

I have forgotten your eyes as I haven't looked at them in a while.
But I wonder,
Do they still follow me from time to time?

There was a period you meant nothing,
Now my every anxious breath has your name embedded.

I am tired, so tired because your existence makes me shaken,
I have been trying so hard to not be mistaken;
As I try my best to maintain the distance.

But as soon as you become a mere thought, your words dance like the devil within.

Burning me with everything I thought of our existence.

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No it's a different ex.

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