A Facade

A  Facade

When the depths of night hit
my mind wanders to the
memories of your kiss,
the grasp of your hands,
and the sweet conquering of your smell in my nose.

I’ll pretend these treats haven’t been stripped away.
I will pretend you didn’t tease me with my own form of meth.
Addicting, enjoyed, pleasure filling only to be desperately needed again when taken away.

When the surface of a new day comes, I will put on my facade.
I will pretend that you didn’t hurt me.
I’ll pretend my mind isn’t clouded with the thought of your words that made me feel not so ordinary.

They won’t know my mind is clouded by the sound of your voice.
A teasing remembrance of the drug you once provided.
Instead I will laugh at their jokes
and engage in their conversations.
Full of empty words; almost as empty as me.

Author's Note

have not edited whatsoever. Rough draft.

Reviews

[Nicholas Shea]

Love this. Very real pain that's relatable in your words! Bravo