he's still haunting me.
i thought i was clean,
i thought i was over him.
but i'm not.
i tried to scrub him away
but he's still all over me.
sometimes
i'll be happy
and i'll think he's finally left my mind.
but then it hits me
in the middle of the night
when i can't sleep
when there's no one left
between myself and me.
it hits me
that he thinks of her,
while i think of him.
it dawns on me
that he never thought of me that way,
he never thought of me at all.
i'll be clean one moment
and the next
i'll still find traces of him in my head.
is this normal?
i don't know.
i've never had my heart broken before.
i've never fallen in ____ before.
(i'm still afraid to say that word)
he's still stuck in my brain
—and i don't know how to get him out.
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
