Torn
A poem about the aftermath of being hurt
TORNYour voice echoes, still softly around the roomThe smell of your essence, and fragrant perfumeLingers silently, within these four walls with no escapeAs I lay upon my bed, closing my eyes, and remembering your faceThe way you whispered sweet words, embraced me in your armsAnd the moment you departed, taking with it my beating heartStomping it into pieces, unable to glue it back as oneWith that smile upon your face, kn...