being separated from you
is suffocating
and i wonder
if you feel the same

I didn't stop hurting until
I put you into poetry

I feel myself becoming bitter
As the world's facade begins to fade.
The sweetness cannot mask the grit forever;
Now I taste it between my teeth as I try to smile.
Perceptions dim and twist.
Reality finally makes itself known.
I fight the cynicism -
It wells up in my throat like bile.
Determined not to let it change me,
Feeling it corrode my innocence like acid.
Is everyone like this?
Was I just too blind to see it?

I hope you love her better
Than you loved me.