Derick
Dear Derick,
You left me in pieces.
Every day I wake up with a dull pain in my heart,
Every night I wake up from the pulsating wound you left behind.
Although it hurts, sometimes I allow myself to remember you.
The magical sound of your laugh, the way you held me, the devilishly handsome smile.
The way you made my soul shine in a way no one else ever could.
Although it was all a lie, for the moment my heart felt full.
And it was the last time I knew pure happiness.
If I never see you again, I’d be okay with it because
At least I can die one day knowing my soulmate exists.
And I hope you find yours even though it may not be me.
It’s pitiful, yes, how I seem to always come back to you in my mind
But the tears and heartache consume me, while you hold someone else at night.
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