woke up this morning next to you but don't know if I'm awake or if it's just another dream turn nightmare because when I check again you'll be gone or how every morning I make coffee for two even though the only other person in the room is the ghost of what we once were and how the music I'm hearing is only the thoughts in my head filled with words I never said to you and empty promises I always gave to you and now watching the sunset for some reason I feel like you're the one fading into the horizon and now it's 11:11 wishing you were here again and i'm back to thinking about how I'm going to wake up and you won't be there again and how I'll die
all over
again
YOU ARE READING
When the Leaves Fall Off
PoesíaI am not a poet, I'm just very angry. This is all the emotion I've kept inside for so long. This is me behind the masks. This is me when the leaves fall off.
