Hurt, Pain, Regrets

Human

The beating of a heart,
and craving for someone
is what makes us human.
You left me because I was
a broken puzzle and the pieces didn't fit
You say we are all fragments
of past lives, not really humans,
but fractions.
But I see (the empty bedsheets)
I feel (my heart breaking)
I hear (the sound of my crying)
I taste (the bitter flavor of fire)
We might be fractions of others,
but I have my own heart,
and its beating drives me up the wall.
My sanity keeps diminishing
at the fading memory of your voice.
I crave to smile at your laugh,
to be happy again.
But I'm broken and lost
in a sea of self-pity and guilt.
I drove you off with the rest of my loves
and by the end of the day,
my eyes are drowning in hot tears,
and my throat is burning
from screaming your name all night.