Smeared mascara makes its presence known
under vacant sockets where memories bleed.
Haunting stares into the mind of yesterday,
trying to re-live it all. [I don't want to, go away....]
I refuse to be your prisoner,
especially when my heart isn't yours anymore.
Escaping into dreams and other lands,
how unlucky I have been there.
Your harsh vocabulary and the scent of regret
follows me home.
[side effects are: night sweats, fear & trembling,
and the inability to let this go]
That was December, four years ago.
And today, approaching April, it's still so fresh on my mind
like you are still afflicting me now.
You're voice hates me
and when I shake at night, trying to sleep,
I remember everything,
and it scares me.
Bronze trophy winner
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