Beside what used to be your pillow, I wake. Melancholy as I get out of bed. Brushing teeth by the sink With a jolt of sadness and dread; your toothbrush on the brink.
Eating the pain for breakfast. Then wishing the shower can wash away the misery. I look at the mirror hoping that again, I could meet your lips so dreamy.
But seeing that photo near the corner reminds me why I must not bother.
Driving to work with the thought of you sitting on the passenger seat. I put my phone on top of my table. Longing for your voice so sweet, waiting for your message so playful.
Can you blame me if I can’t forget you? Everything still lingers. Everything reminds me. I feel like I hold my heart in my fingers, shattered to the highest degree.
I even take the long way home to forget the state of being alone.
So please come back; not for a brand new start. But to keep our memories at bay; to keep the pain, the pieces of my heart. It used to beat for you, anyway.
Caraphernelia \ka-rə-fə(r)-‘nēl-yə\ noun : a broken-heart disease that occurs whenever someone leaves you, but leaves all of their belongings behind.
This poem was inspired by American post-******* band Pierce the Veil’s song of the same title.