before
the healing
always comes
the turmoil
that stemmed from
the what if
the could have been
the if only
the turmoil
that carefully sculpted me into
a victim of
my own mind
as i get entangled in
thoughts about you
about us
thoughts that suffocate me
the turmoil
that places my heart
at war
with my mind
and if only you could
read my mind
you would be
choking back
tears
YOU ARE READING
this is what a broken heart feels like
Poetry"you gave the worst goodbye, and people ask me how i've been"
