three months after you left,
today i made love, except how
could it be love when all i could
think about was you? how is it that
I finally thought i was over you but
when i looked up and it was him on
top of me and not you i bursted into
tears. he asked me if he was hurting me,
and all i could say was nothing because
i could never tell him i still dream of you.
YOU ARE READING
After You Left
PoetrySuper short depressing story's beginning at my first heartbreak and following me through life.
