I toss and turn with an aching pain in my heart,
As the sun goes down that lonely feeling seeps back in,
The bed feels so big now that you're gone,
And the only reminder that our love was real is a small trace of your scent that still lingers in the place beside me,
I close my eyes and pretend you're here,
That works for awhile until that nagging thought of you in her bed instead of mind finds it way back into my head,
And I'm reminded you're no longer mine..
YOU ARE READING
if you're reading this..
Poetryin the dirt, rubble, and dust, a human emerged with cuts and bruises. I asked her why she was so beat up, and she said replied "in the end, life fucks us all."
