Holiday Season Sadness.
It’s Christmas.
My first without you.
I try to act happy, but I can’t.
I want you back with every once in my body!
I want to go running back,
But I can’t.
You made your choice.
Her.
Lying, stealing and drug using woman.
You chose that over me.
Now here I am in the old bedroom of my boyfriends crying.
They probably think I’m messed up in the head.
But there you are with her and her children laughing enjoying christmas.
All while I lay here.
Misserable.
This poem is about:
Me