Alone

May 16, 2016

Again I feel my heart crumbling

My spirit is twisting and tears are welling

under all this pain.

I’m happy for him,

He’s going to make himself a better life

But inside I feel empty,

without his strong arms around my waist,

his warm breath in my hair.

My mind laughs at me

my conscious calls me dumb

“This is why you trust no one.

The only place love will ever get you is pain again.

You didn’t listen to yourself,

what your past has already shown you,

now look were you are.”

Alone. Again.

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