I'm laying in our bed, texting another man.
In my effort to get comfortable.
My legs creeps over to the other side of the bed where its met with such coldness that my throat constrict.
His side of the bed.
It will never feel warmth again.
I close my eyes and listen to the sound of my pounding heart.
It's like every tiny thing is out to remind me how alone I feel
YOU ARE READING
WORDS left UNSAID
Poetrysometimes the words left unsaid are the loudest in someone else's mind---) This book is full of sad poems which will make you cry. And so many words left unsaid. 🎖️ #8 - wordsleftunsaid
