It tore me apart.
It left me in the dirt.
But what did I
Lose?
A love that
Killed me slowly?
A boy that
Acted like a man
Because his father taught him
To act like that?
Did I really
Lose anything?
I laid awake
All night last night.
I had a cup of coffee
In the morning.
The warm beverage
Didn't taunt me this time.
Its voice,
Your voice,
Was silent.
Maybe I won't heal
Now
Or tomorrow.
But I won't get
New bruises
Before I go to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
One chapter at a time
PoetryQuotes, poems, etc. Short and long writings that have gotten me through all the shit #5- notover
