I dreamt about you again last night. I thought it would never end, but it did. Again. I miss you. You were my one and only. I know you said it was over, but I can't stand it. I can't stand that your lingering scent is starting to fade, that I'm finding less and less strands of hair around the house, that I see you out with another on your story. I can't stand the change. I can't stand the broken heart that is stone in my chest while you fly among the planes in the clouds. "How are you?" How am I? I am broken. Breaking. Forever my heart falls apart at the quiet mention of your name. Please understand that you were all I had, all I wanted, all I needed to survive this world. You broke our promise. Who said that it's better to have loved than lost than never to have loved at all? This knife between the second and third ribs on the left side of my chest begs to differ.
YOU ARE READING
Collection
PoetryI've always loved to write, particularly poems and short stories. I recently found a small collection of such things in my notes on my phone and I decide to publish them because I thought they were pretty good! I hope you enjoy:)
