I recall this feeling,
all too well,
when he left me, screaming-
for someone else.
Why do I feel the same
burning of hell,
set ablaze
scorching my chest?
This is how it ended,
I know how these things go,
I feel as though I'm about to
ask you,
please don't let me go.
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.