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.