Does he realize?
Note: Yes, I know. I already have a story named this. Well, actually I printed out the story and cut out words here and there and pasted them down on a piece of paper in the form of a kind of poem. Lol. Well, I thought I would share my work.
Dedicated to: those who enjoyed the story. Hope you enjoy the poem.
Glass cold beneath my finger tips
Shatter
Heard the pieces hit the floor
Quiet Grievance
Watched the rain fall from the sky
It made me want to cry
Cried too much over a man who…
Broke my heart
Left me feeling as if I could no longer live…
Empty inside
Tears
Fall to the floor, mingling with the broken shards of
My existence
Felt the cool traces of tears
He left me… Hurt me…
Afraid
Caved in with
Emotional pain
Emotional regret…
Painful remembrances
Feel of his skin,
The glimmer in his grey eyes
The touch of his
Lips hands
He's always here…
He had torn some deep piece of me and taken it with him…
Would he even care….?