Do not covet a neighbour’s goods is a commandment I break each time I glance at you. Each time I see your smile or hear your voice, I have to keep reminding myself not to do anything stupid.
I fell for you when I wasn’t looking and now I can’t stop searching for your face in a crowd. My world looks brighter with you in it but you barely look at me. You’re hers and I can’t shake the feeling of pain away.
I know I sound envious but I swear I’m not. I just feel so hollow. My pillow is drenched in the tears I filled it with every night. I just wish they were enough to wash your memory out of my heart. The one you stole flawlessly. Instead, anyone who knocks at my door finds your fingerprints all over the scene of the crime and they know they can’t get through.
There are times I feel like you’re my karma— the boomerang to every heart I broke without a second thought. Maybe this is the time to know what it feels like. What do you do when the mirror shows you a reflection you hate? Now I see the damage I caused when I cracked a heart carelessly, without pausing to heal it.
And it hurts. I’d be healed by now if it was physical but I can’t even pinpoint where the pain is. It’s nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
Maybe I’ve paid my dues. Maybe the next time love comes along, he’ll stay forever. Till then, every time I see you, my heart begs for release.
Because I never stopped loving you. I just got better at lying to everyone and myself.
Sincerely,
The Dreamer
Love this piece
As always excellent writing Mr. The Grande 🖊️
Margo owns this piece
This’s a master piece 💯
Well done👍
Thank you 😊