I'm
alone and I think of you
But
all see is a blur
Or
is it a slur.... on you
The
only thought in my head
Is
that you are with someone else
Some
slut, only too willing to comply
I
can hear you telling me to
STOP
But
it's all I can see
The
fear pulls at my heart
And
stress permeates my mind
The
migraine comes back for me
While
I imagine you with some whore
Some
silly drunken girl
With
silly drunken curls
With
her arms around my heart
Her
lips burning my insides
Her
touch ruining my life
Taking
my only thing away
STOP
I'm
crying
I
know that it's happening
I
can feel it
I
can see you touching her
holding her
fucking her
And
I'm not there
In
your head or in your heart
Instead
I'm her alone
Watching
myself die
back
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