The Mask: Not The Movie

Every microsecond that I allow these intrusive thoughts of you to consume me has become an opportunity to heal.

No.

It has become an opportunity for self indulgence.

To indulge in the false reality that any combination of words I could've glued together before you got on that plane would've changed your mind.

I realize now that the person I loved was gone long before your departure time.

I've been wearing a mask of indifference that has begun to peel away.

Exposing my pathetic face that you only kissed as a formality.

Unaware that beneath this flesh was a chest, and that chest has become a hole.

A vast and expansive pit where you exist alongside false hope.

This isn't heartbreak because it was already broke.

Reviews

[ThePaperPrincess]

Your writings are very powerful, and painful at the same time. I can empathize with your feelings. Losing people in your life is heart wrenching. And your poetry conveys it as such.
But oh how I love the way that you have with words. Can't wait to read more from you.

[checkianout]

Thank you so much for all the kind words. I really appreciate the feedback and the love.

[ThePaperPrincess]

Not a problem! I absolutely adore your writings.

[Chris]

Quite a strong-worded view of self