'He was just some boy'.
I try to convince myself so.
I was his toy,
So easy to let go.
I bet he sleeps at night soundly.
While my eyes are trapped in an insomniac chase.
Him, midst an enviable slumber,
But next to me, all I feel is the hauntingly empty space.
His arms, no longer around me,
The jealous sting of another's caress,
Besotted by their eyes and lips,
If only his nature wasn't so careless.

He's not suffocated with constant reminders,
But every street has remnants of us.
Each sunken in face I see,
Once witnessed our search for lust.

His pulse quickens every once in a while,
On the off chance he thinks of me.
I hope regret tastes bitter, and leaves his mouth dry,
Craving my intimacy.

So, I'll face this harsh winter alone,
Sorrow replacing my former joy,
With nothing else to keep me warm but my bones.
He was just some boy