it's 3am and i'm sobbing into my pillow, asking whatever god is up there to take this pain away. you shoved a knife into my soul and you won't stop twisting it. i have never known a hurt so severe until you walked away. when you shredded our pictures to pieces and left nothing of my memory in your path. when i call you and you forward it to voicemail and i'm asking myself how a love like ours turned into nothing but a reminder in my head that it wouldn't last. i search for you everywhere i go and i can't help it because i see your eyes when i look at trees or i see your smile when i sleep. you are everywhere and there's nothing i can do about it.
it's 3am and i'm sobbing into my pillow because you pretend you don't care; but you'll think of me.
you will.
and when you do, i'll be here.
waiting.
YOU ARE READING
poetic
Poetry(poetry): -literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of the distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. - a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regar...
