Wasted Life

It's broken mirrors, shattered glass, dead puppies, unbearable weight in the depth of your heart. Sweet memories taunting you with every breath of air, to stop walking when you're in a rush because it was just that smell that reminded you of he that is the cause of your pain. It's going over realization endlessly however knowing that nothing would change because he is no longer yours. Maybe it's closing your eyes hoping that you can fly out of your window and watch as he sleep hoping that perhaps you can enter into his dreams and sink into his conscience. You long to be a part of him, to be beside him, to be his. You long to abuse your body thinking that he might see the love within. You are slowly deteriorating and he's dancing freely with the love of his life. You are grasping for air, recalling those promises he made, you're waiting for him to come back into your open arms.
With swollen eyes and a piece of broken glass in hand, you realize that it's been two years, he's happy and it's time that you let him go. If it's too hard then you do the next best thing, you let yourself go.
I closed my swollen eyes and flew out of my window, only to see him sleeping next to her.