It’s been a depressive couple months.
A couple months of crying, Feeling alone
Feeling confused and unloved.
A couple months of isolating myself.
But what I need…
A much needed break,
To step away for while,
To reevaluate my life.
You leaving creating this empty crevice in my heart
Do I fill it with alcohol?
Anything to fill this hole.
Cold, empty, dark hole that I fear may grow.
It was like an epiphany
Lying in bed one morning, I had the realization.
I can’t fill it with material items
Or even a guy.
I need to learn to love myself
To fill up this hole
I picked up a pen
And began to write.
Write about you,
Write about me.
I crumpled up the pages
And stuffed as many as I could inside my hole of a heart.
My love of a man,
Now replaced with sonnets and free verse.