My Writing

I Once Belonged to Someone.
It was.
Indescribeable.

Then I Did Not Belong to Him.
It was.

Did He Not Know How Much I Loved.
Who.
He was?

My thoughts surrounded the memories.
And I wondered, thought.
I prayed.
That I might find Someone better.
stronger.
was
Mine.

So I went to search for Someone.
Who.
was.
better. stronger. mine.

Only to find that he did not exist.
It was.
Hell.

Now I move on day by day,
I try
to keep up the pace.
And like an insane,
I keep looking.
for him.
When he does not exist.

silently screaming and crying and shouting
with
every
profoundness
of my soul.
I keep looking.
for
what was.

In the morning I will go to the mirror.
paint my face.
lips will curl a smile.
eyes will stare
sadly
at the person
looking
back
at me.
it is.

he does not want to exist.
it is.
I.
belong to no one.