Mess Like You

All those feelings
the ones of love
of hate
of jealousy
came flowing back last night,
just reliving that other
horrifying night,
but in a different way.
You weren't with her.
She wasn't even there.
My heart felt the same.
Alone
and devastated without you
there
by my side.
I think back
to that night before
and remember,
I hate to remember,
all my pain
from you
and then I think
of your face last night
and treasure your laugh,
your eyes,
your tease,
you.
Everything comes back.
My ache.
My agony.
My hate for remembering.
My tears.
I can't help myself
only you
can help me out of this.
What am I even
supposed to do
with a mess like you?

Author's Note

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[WritersSoul]

This is very relatable :( Very accurate on what to remember and what actually scars you for life :P I really love this poem :'( :3