When You Leave,
Time seems to
Stop
And stare,
Right at me, careless
And laugh
Point one
Dislocated,
Broken finger
Through my disintegrating soul
Shredding through collapsing tissue
all in which was left
to support my failing heart,
That breaks every time your gone.
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.
