sometimes you don't know what to do.
Pain, regret, remorse
wanting the rewind button,
to stop, to smile again hold you one last time.
Your cold stare speaks tones,
as you drift to a memory fading
as you close the door behind you.
A once warm bed, empty, cold,
drowning in my tears.
The shower's like rain, hitting,
I stand alone listing to each drop fall to its death.
Dead inside, you hold my still beating heart ,
nothing left, wanting to smile but all I can
do is collapse, slowly breathing in shards
as my porcelain skin turns a dark red, and my
worries drip out one drop at a time,
still missing you.