Literature
Pieces
Wind, rustling, whistling through my windows late at night.
The sounds, echoing through me,
Hollow and full of hate.
The taste of bitterness strikes my tongue,
as my mind trails off into the past.
The scent of you,
the warmth that once was,
now cold and distant.
You crossed me time and time again,
after I had given you everything...
My life,
My soul,
My love.
Just to have you show me
how worthless,
how ridiculous,
and how unfair this love was.
Why is it I cannot stop thinking about it?
You made your decision,
Yet it's not you who seems to dwell on it.
Waking up late at night,
this heaviness on my heart...
I fear it shall