Lost Love

I have lost love.

The love that is broken.

It’s the last time

I lay myself open.

I promise myself and others of today.

 

This is the last time

I am not myself.

The last time

I have changed internally.

 

I don’t see myself

Sleep anymore.

I stare into the distant night

With my bloodshot eyelids and pupils.

 

I can’t stand to look at myself

In the mirror.

I feel ashamed and dirty.

I am not myself as of that lost day.

 

Because of that love

I am no one.

Nothing of importance.

 

Just a lost.

Open.

Worthless someone.

Who is afraid to face

Her own reflection in a simple mirror.

Reviews

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Grim reading here. A bit of a downer to read but great that you had the courage to post it.

All the best.