Alone Inside My Room
looking into the mirror
always reminded me
of who i was not
my perception shatters
everytime I look into my own eyes
my fingers numb
from gripping the pen too hard
desperately trying to make sense of my surroundings
left with too many questions
barely any answers
photographs scatter my hardwood floor
bottles of hennessy line my dresser
as if creating a wall
they stare back at me
for what seems forever
your face
ignites my cigarette of regret
it lights and i take a few puffs
I throw it onto the floor
next to the two hearts that lay beside the flame
one mine, both yours.
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