Sometimes
I feel just fine.
Sometimes
I can't seem
to escape
my own mind.
I remember everything
the good times
and the bad times,
but the bad
is hard to shake.
Some nights,
it leaves me lying awake
with words dancing
around my brain
that once caused me pain
and now only
make me feel numb.
Sometimes
it's not only words
but faces,
well really just one,
because there was a day that my bra wasn't the only thing
that came undone.
He ravaged me
and my world unraveled
from the seam,
and the life I once lived
became nothing more
than a dream.
He took something
from me that day,
something I can't seem
to replace.
Smiles,
they don't sit the same,
they never meet my eyes;
They're nothing more
than dressed up lies.
Behind closed doors,
I don't have to
fake it anymore.
No one
is around,
and no one hears
a sound as my
happy facade
comes tumbling down.
YOU ARE READING
Habits of the Heart
Poetry𝓜y words are the equivalent of a rose petal spiraling down the Grand Canyon, and you are it's echo.
