A solid gulp.
Hands tight to my throat,
That's what his words feel like.
A knot in my stomach,
As I told him to take a hike.
The taste of him was bittersweet on my tongue,
I couldn't decipher what went wrong.
As I lay in bed tireless at night,
My darkest thoughts beckoned me to come along.
Words ate at me as if being hit by stones,
A love without kindness was the one we shared.
At first it was a perfect love, so sweet and tender,
But he changed, and I soon realized he no longer cared.
In the midst of a reckless love we were damaged.
I wanted to be a good person,
But, paranoid, I wasn't good and he was.
But now it's all said and done.
So here I sit with red, puffy eyes.
Salty streams trickling down pimple filled cheeks.
As I sit alone and ponder..
Had he ever really cared at all?