Again

Guess who's heartbroken

Once more I’m here

Four nights running and many before

Sat up thinking, crying and drinking, drinking

Drinking enough to put my mind at ease

To mellow the feeling inside of me

I feel awful

My head hurts and my eyes are tired

But this is all I’ve got, all I can think, think

Think isn’t the right word, maybe obsess?

It’s really got to me I must confess

It was me though

I check back at the texts once more

And then all the pain hits me again, again

Again I’m on the floor crying, aching

Curled up, my body sighing and shaking

It’s five am

F**k, I let it happen again

Cigarettes smoked, cheap wine drunk my mind gone, gone

Gone far away along with my belief

I need to redefine love through my grief

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

It's always poor heartaches that oft. wake us all up overnight, for no reason. I happen to know, the thing that gives you ecstasy hurts you the most by end so is love. A very true and honest poetry you've come up with. You've well stored your emotions in words, Quinn.

[Quinn]

Thank you very much for your words. It's much better to get the words out in poetry I feel.

[Wórdsmíth]

How true. Yes... ev'n writing is more like a stress-reliever to me, and to all us writers who be passing through the dilemma of literature and never understood by this world. lol

[wordman]

touching write,hard hitting and sad

[Quinn]

thank you, glad I am presenting how I feel right now

[wordman]

my pleasure