I hate the space you used to occupy.
It stares at me, taunting my insecurities, mocking my vulnerabilities, criticizing my every move.
It wares on me, burning into my soul with an unparalleled intensity.
I cannot escape the space.
I cannot see past it.
I am so aware of the space that its started to invade my own.
It blocks me at every turn.
It forces me to acknowledge its presence ergo the lack of yours.
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Smile
ПоэзияMy sporadically written poems with no theme. I just jot down things that come to mind. If you like, let me know.
