like flies on flowers
she only remembered me by the footsteps that i left
in her heart on my way out
i turned back once to notice her sobbing
sedentary she was clutching her chest
i turn over in bed to another empty side
how it feels when you are alone
a pillow and yet no comfort
i hope to never awaken
drowning in my tears
i hate this
i need this
to cry


1 Comments:
Your words strike me so strongly in this peice...it's almost as if you are speaking to me.
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