today I woke up
from peaceful dreams
to the nightmare of my reality
dragging my agony to the kitchen
searching for solutions to numb
the sadness engulfing me
rewatching scenes
of nights of grazing at her in rapture
analyzing when did the time shatter
the love we once made into pieces
it feels like the world is spinning
and my heart has gone missing
everything is out of sync
my dishes are in the washer
my clothes are in the sink
my coffee is in a bowl
while pieces of toast sit in a cup,
I am drained of love.
YOU ARE READING
With Love.
PoetryIn a book is the best way to hide knowledge of the truth, through a pen hides the strength of therapy. I've gain much wisdom and restored much faith from this. I hope this brings growth to anyone reading; it was worked through me in very difficult t...
