You are in my mind.
Mocking me as I think of your eyes.
You are still here.

In the dark of night, I think of you.
Where you are, what you’re doing.
Who you’re with.

You broke me into a thousand shards.
Emotional rollercoaster to the extreme.

I walk alone.

I would trade my future, for a moment of my past.
Hate and love make a bittersweet cocktail in my psyche.
A slushy mix of cold emotions and burning hot curiosity.

You had completed me.
You made me strong.
You were my rock.

You left me nothing, nothing but swirling pain and confusion.
No shelter from the pain of living.

I have no one.

The facade of love is nothing but a heart wrenching memory.
Sitting, chewing in the back of my tired brain.
As I sit at my desk writing.

You can’t hear me.
You can’t see me.
You don’t want me.

The words and phrases that spew from my pen are nothing new.
The sun begins to rise.

It is complete.

I gather my things as I walk down the cobble stone sidewalk.
Walking to an inexperienced forthcoming life.
Confidence is waning, it’s now fight or flight.

I opened my mind, as I looked to the sea.
I took out the book.
And I slipped off my shoes.

I took off my coat.
I shrugged off all emotions.

I jumped.

The book stayed on that pier.
Keeping all of my thoughts.
That book was my rock.

It replaced my heart ache.
It replaced the void in my heart.
It replaced you.

As I sink to the bottom, I see you.
I see myself.

I see nothing.