Bitter Tears

the pain of a break up...

Bitter Tears

I gaze at a photograph
its edges worn
the two people so happy, and so in love
Was that really us?

The picture falls to the floor
angrily torn into pieces
just like my heart.
I taste the bitter tears
as they slide down my anguished face

I sink to the floor
my head in my hands
Is she really that much better
than me?

I look at my phone
no missed calls
no messages.
It’s as empty
as my wounded soul.

A scream of agony
tears from my lips
as I lay sprawled on the ground
deprived of the one
I need the most.