Friday Nights with No One

 

Frustration and pain are one and the same.

We both parted ways and both get the blame.

You’ve probably moved on and don’t think of me,

But I’m haunted by regrets and recurring shame.

I struggled to hold on and get everything fixed.

But you didn’t do s**t. You just called it quits.

Life’s a b***h all the time, and I know of its bite.

Did you go because of fear, or did you leave out of spite?

It isn’t right to go through life scared and alone.

The constant abandonment is all that I’ve known.

A simple romantic touch would bring me some peace.

Instead a gun to my face will bring me release.

Reviews

[Mimozi]

Again great rhythm and flow to this piece.
It always feels, when you have truly loved and lost someone, that they can just bounce right back and move on while you are left gasping for air and battling the impossibility of a happy life, hell sometimes any life, without them.
Strong write!

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Your words are well written, flow smooth and easy.

The hurt of losing someone and the pain of believing that they have moved on, and forgot about you does cut deep. The ending to a passionate and deep love can end with such tragady as you discribe here. You wrote it so softly that the only sound to be heard would be the dicharge of the gun in the face. Then a long silence.

Nice write.