I feel like
he's somewhere
taunting me,
stalking me,
looking at me
through dirty windows
and cracked lenses,
Watching me
cry and complain
about how much
everything without him
hurts.
I feel like
he's spying on me,
looking at me through
hidden lenses,
watching me walk
through my house
aimlessly,
staring at me
while I cry at night
then laughing at me
when I wake up sad
to see the sun rise.
Or maybe
he's even here with me,
Judging all I do
with his silent breaths
and still bones.
YOU ARE READING
What Love and Heartbreak Did to Me.
PoetryI fell in love once, and the contents of this is what happened when I fell out of it.
