Time surely does fly by
when you are falling
out of love, and
into heartache.
All at once everything
you once knew
starts to crumble
around you; solitude
never seemed so
comforting, mostly
when being compared
to lost lust, and
misunderstood love.
It’s been years
since you’ve felt
this way; you’ve
always had someone
to mend the pain
before it left any scars.
But now you are left
here, tattered and torn,
and too use to compassion
to understand how
exactly loneliness works.
Published on September 04, 2013 15:34