• poetrybybrick 25w

    It’s nights like these,
    nights spent alone
    tirelessly drenching
    my pillow in tears
    and sacrificing sleep,
    role-playing every “what if”
    that I pay penance for my sins.
    Penance for every time
    I lie to myself,
    saying I’m over you
    because here I am
    still in love with a woman
    who is doing her best
    to forget me.