Heartbroken;I don’t tend to understand what it feels like
to be consumed by a heap amount of utter shattering.
We weren’t meant to be; The only satisfaction that could
be the only force to take me out of this clattering.
But I miss you; That persistent voice in my head reminding
me of all that you were with me, with each other.
Pain; this is not some moping around for a someone, when that
someone was my life support system, my comrade, a part of me.
The skies sure do feel a little bleak these days.
Sorry not sorry. I tried though. I really did. Don’t forget to check out poetryhive for the prompts.