every time
i think
i am getting better
cuz i sing
in the mornings
while i pour coffee granules
into empty cups
and i ask my mom
how her day was
(i don’t really care)
i see your face
in the rear view mirror.
must you haunt
me?
i know the next
day, month
will be a black hole
of acid in my throat
and tears i cannot cry.
you still
destroy me
even if you are
far away
follow me
through the alleyways
of my heart
when i try to
pick up the pieces.
just let me
be.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (3)
Heartbreak so easy to relate to your poem
Sheesh. Can I just say on top of your always intriguing, heartbreaking, relatable (even if I don't have the same experiences, I think you have this way of writing that means we can easily follow along with what you are trying to convey) that your pictures are always so spot-on. I loved the really sad bit of you trying to move on and even the bit speaking to your mom and the brackets (I don't really care) because all that mundane nonsense doesn't matter when you're still hurting from a break-up...no matter how hard you try to put it out of your mind. Anyway, top rate stuff as ever, Sara!
This was extremely relatable and heartbreaking! Loved your poem!