Tenebrae

Tears pour down my face like Autumn rain, my heart bleeds profusely from the wounds you inflicted within me.

Distraught, thoughts of all the other women that climbed ontop of you spin through my mind like a carousel. All the women who were inbetween the arms I called a home, all the women underneath the body I called a lover.

You scold at me to stop, but I can’t escape what could of been.
Your rebuke does not sting like your dishonesty, but I know I am not insane nor am I paranoid.

I am just sick, sick to death of being hopelessly in love with you.

And just like that I was thrown away and forgotten.

-S.Alaa

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