Where My Feelings Used to Hide.

this is what happens when you see a pic of the guy you loved last year, and you haven't seen him for that year. and you realize just how much you miss him.

 Why do I do this to myself?

It’s been a year since I saw him last.

He left and he never returned.

But I had to look at him,

If only in two dimensions.

But photos re-encourage old feelings.

Old pains.

I was over him.

Now the agony’s back,

Tormenting me.

Is it part of human nature,

To cause pain to ourselves?

Pain which is worse then physical aches and bruises.

This pain is internal,

It bruises, it cuts.

It burns at my tender heart.

Burning away anything which might let me love again.

Anything which might let my grief fade over time.

All that’s left is a shriveled black hole,

Full of pain, agony, grief, sorrow.

Tailor-made to fit the spot where my heart used to reside,

To fit where my feelings used to hide.

When they still were there.