Her.

my nightmares, my empty cries

the heartache, and the heaving sighs

were all parts of my endless nights

when i cried over you

i almost died over you

and you left me, but i still write about you

you were my pain and my heroin

i couldn't get enough of you, with every

kiss you killed me more

you left me a body without a soul

you went with her, and i'm all alone

Reviews

[Robert Francis Callaci]

that b***h--- only kidding:)

A heartfelt little gem. the 7th line is simply brilliant- he was your addiction and made you suffer...

No man is worth those tears...but you already know that.

good writing... good poetry

my warmest
bob

[Madi Bellon]

Thank you so much! It means a lot to me. I'm glad you liked it:)