i sit in the taxi car, staring out the window
i feel empty, cold, my inner soul is breaking
i can feel the weight on my chest
i know it's not the cigarettesi pay silently and leave for my room
i climb into bed and cry over you
my Spotify songs mask my cries
with every track a piece of me dies
these nights are the worst of the worst
because i know this night isn't the first
it won't be the last and i cant keep going
distracting myself and my life im throwingi wish i could turn back time
i just wish i could
then we'd be fine
i know that we wouldi know you hate me
i guess i hate myself
im stuck in this heartbreak
and it's affecting my healthwhen you move on
ill be asking myself why
because when you find love again
will be the day that i die
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The Best of Billy: a compilation.
PuisiHighest rank of #3 in poetry. A collection of my best poems picked from my poetry albums 1-6. © 2019 Billy Waugh