Memory

I sip away at my pitch black coffee and indulge myself in the memory

of your pure white soul.

How could someone so sweet turn out to be so cold?

I thought we were forever,

I figured we would grow old together-

wither as one under the bright Texas sun.

Now I'm alone, sitting at the kitchen table,

wondering if I'm able 

to forget everything I swore I would remember;

to erase the thought of the heartstrings you've severed.

How silly I feel to have your face on a reel-

on a loop-

puffing on nicotine while I lie on my stoop-

the silence in the air reminding me you're a crook. 

How strange it is, to wipe my own tears,

to settle my own scores and fight my own fears.

For the longest time, you were my salvation,

now you're nothing but a ripped up picture on my basement floor.

I don't have you to ease my mind anymore.

My anxiety is using my weakness as a playground,

galloping and stomping around in the puddles of my heartbreak.

I'm not sure how much more loneliness I can possibly take.

Author's Note

This is still a work in progress but I wanted some criticism, what do you all think?

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Wandering in self-doubt while the softness turned into tragic disappointment.

Great Read

Matthew

[Bri-lynn]

Thank you!

[Matthew Kult]

Welcome

Matthew