Torn Out

A phantom memory, you don't see

The cause lost long ago, leaving me

Without you, there is no sun

Just bitter words – gone, past done...

.

Coffee stains on a bedside table

A heart it bleeds – scarlet, sable

Clear panes of glass, no fog or mist

Eyes not bright, lips not kissed...

.

Or maybe there is sun, I'm not sure

But it doesn't shine brightly anymore

Only one toothbrush in its hold

A side of the bed – vacant, cold...

.

Eyes full of longing, memories swirl

Around promises, words, my fingers curl

Seedlings of regret, moments of doubt

A hole in my heart – a piece torn out.


This is sort of half-finished, I meant to write a few more stanzas, but I re-read it and decided I quite liked it as it was, so there you have it. As always, reviews are loved!

X =D