cellphones and blank cds

this is about one of my ex boyfriends [what a surprise]. its based off of a mental snap i had when he left me. when i got tired of rejection. and i just kind of snapped. and this is a recalection of it.

her veins begin to rot

as memories begin to flood

the last grain of sanity she has

panic fills the room

as her breathing becomes frantic

her hands begin to shake

one last memory of the way

she touched him in that crowded theatre

they were the audience

but in the light behind the exit door

they were the main attraction

Author's Note

incase you haven't noticed. yes a lot of my poems are and will be about ex's. the reason is because if i don't write about it. my depression spills over. and self inflicted wounds cause my viens to rot