My Life

Smeared lipstick up the wall,
Ashes from burnt photographs,
Eyeliner dripping off my cheeks,
I look in the mirror,
And see you instead.

Your voice echoes in my mind,
Your face is painted on my memory,
Your words whispering in my ears,
Your touch lingering on my skin,
Your smell still capturing my attention.

But.
That is now over.
Gone.
Dead.
Another lost memory.

My soul,
Torn from my chest.
My heart,
Shattered in my hands.
My life,
Ripped up in front of me.

Poem by PomPam

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