Morning AfterMature

a poem I wrote... after my ex gf punched me in the face.

It's the morning after
I don't know what to feel
Or say.

The pain is a constant reminder
of the fear and the numbness
that quickly followed.
My screams and tears pouring into the air
You couldn't hear me even if you wanted to.

I took a picture to remember this moment.
Waking up from a pill-induced sleep.
The sadness in my eyes.
The gray on the right side of my face
like a cloudy day.

You always ask me if I still love you.
I will you know this time;
I don't love you anymore.

The End

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