In a blissful night, she kissed my lips and left.
Leaving without a trace, sadness I felt.
At the beginning, everything felt like a daze.
The next day, I became fazed.
Without her, everything felt unreal.
Without her, everything felt surreal.
Without her, I'm incomplete.
Without her...I could do nothing but admit defeat.
Days turns into months, still no contact.
In doubt, my sanity cracked.
Laying in my couch, I sobbed.
Depressed, my head violently throbbed.
In a quiet sunday night, I finally saw her.
I was happy, but soon swallowed by sorrow.
She stood with a man, told words that shot me like an arrow.
What about me? what about that night? was it all fabricated?
What about the words you whispered to my ears? why did you tell them to someone besides me?
Then she leaned in for a kiss, a kiss that I saw with my very own eyes.
I was enraged, I called her name.
She held the man's hand and ran.
In a rush of emotions, myself I blamed.
This encounter would be my life's greatest lesson.
But I was unable to swallow this pill.
Instead I continued to spill.
Fed up and in shambles.
I grab a rope and made a noose.
The item that would loosen my shackles.
I went up a stool and cackled as I let go.
My life filled with regrets.
Ended with a lot of debt.
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Hello there! I'm Sam, a new writer that just started 3 months ago, thank you for reading this short story/poem of mine. I've always had this problem where I suddenly get an idea for a story, but since I thought that I should focus on one novel at the time, I brushed it off every time. But then I found out about poststory so I figured I could add the ideas here instead of wasting inspiration. This will be the first of many (I hope) so stay tuned for future posts. ☺️
