Here iam sitting
alone at a table for two.
Thinking of you,
and the time
i wasted on you.
I light a cigarette
and blow the problems
away with the smoke,
I drink few glasses of
your favourite wine,
You know, that wine
we used to love
to drink on our
special occasions.
Im watching the
ashes fall and crash
into a million tiny pieces,
i like what i see.
Thats all what
was left of you.
I walk home in
the starry night,
As i open the door to
my house i sit on my
couch and stare
at that bottle of pills,
I give up on all the memories,
on all our great time together,
and mostly on you,
I sleep on the ground
and swallow all the pills.
I can't believe it,
I'm still breathing.
Im willing to do anything
that will kill the pain you left.
You made my life living
hell with all your lies.
YOU ARE READING
Unbroken
PoetryIts amazing how an empty person can fill another person, they love too much and they lose each other, they even lose themselves with each other. This is my side of the story, and this is how I recovered from betrayal, I'm unbroken
