THE AFTERMATH OF A BROKEN HEART
My parents laugh from the other room,
Their happiness makes me sad.
I wonder if they are aware
Of my broken heart
Or if they have ever experienced
An ache like mine.
His face is everywhere:
In a building with a million corridors
I can't ignore,
The feeling of a ghost
Lurking sore in the pathways of my mind
There is nothing to be said or done.
A source gloated the facts
He wanted to be friends with me
How could that ever be?
When he hurt me
Left me with bruises;
Red and gold
The way tiny holes rip apart souls.
I see those surrounding me
Placing the sharred glass back into the mould
Somehow, I know it will be drank from,
Many times more
Don't mistake eyes and words,
For forevers next time around.