Seeing you makes it hurt all over again,
Your face reminds me of years of old pain;
The pain I thought I'd long forgotten,
Although it was merely buried deep within -
And all came flooding out from broken seams,
Dazzled, confused and unsure of what it means;
I'll sit here and think of times long ago,
Before you met her and decided to go.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
