my cheek
pressed against
the cold bathroom floor,
wet with
a combination
of my tears
and droplets
of wine
i stole
from the fridge.
lies from the devil
pounded against my skull,
threatening to shatter
it into a billion
tiny pieces
of regret
and despair
and shame.
i pressed
my love for you
between the pages
of my bible,
and i didn't even notice
when the petals
began to wilt.
the notes
of your symphony
began to intertwine
with hers
at the same time
your body
began to intertwine
with hers.
and when
the videos
and pictures
started flooding
in my inbox,
i couldn't breathe.
i fell to the floor
of my cold bathroom,
drowning my sorrows
in cheap wine
to forget the memories
that would haunt me forever.
i still feel
the fingers of the ghost
rake its fingers
through my hair,
and i still hear
the banshees
screaming in my ear
the words i don't want to hear.