Haunted

I remember it all,

who we used to be before you broke my heart.

 

I reminisce of the me

who breathed the same air as those who believed in love.

 

I recall the words you used to make promises you couldn’t keep,

and times I questioned myself to sleep.

 

I cast my mind to the faith I held

before I learnt to blaspheme my desire to be with someone.

 

I muse on the vows I made to myself,

that I’d give my all and you’d be the last

 

but despite the hurt I long not to be alone,

so to keep my vow,

I emphasize how I call you the last to break my heart.

 

Jade Novelist ©️ 2019