May 1st 2016,
Strobe lights caress my skin like soft drops of rain. The heat in this room is suffocating. The bass of the pop music surging through my feet and bouncing against my eardrums. The lyrics pound against my brain, pouring out of my mouth. Singing and stomping my feet, screaming my feelings out.
My fake audience applauds and screams. Fake kisses trail on my cheeks. An imaginary hand holds mine. Invisible words reach my ears and I pretend they're real. The affection from the haunting makes my blood pump. But, then my heart falls and shatters when, I realize that she's not really there. She's never coming back but she promised to never leave.
They always break their promises. So, I sit alone in my room with my imaginary thoughts and feelings, once again.
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Missing
PoetryPoems about me, a stupid young man, missing a woman who has moved on and has been moved on for a while, but I for some god dam reason can't let go.
