#WritcoPoemChallenge

~Dirty dishes in the sink, nothing but silence..
Waited as a witness, in my mind
To my motionless body on the floor , drunk and hurt , I ponder all these dreadful, sinful, self torturing thoughts about how she gets to trinkle her fingers along your chest, knowing that's where my fingers once belonged.

Have you forgotten , the taste of my lips at midnight?, and the late summer night drives?, or how about the smell of my freshly washed skin, when I buried my face into your chest?

or do you simply just try to replace all of me ,

with all of her?

a rather delusional thought
if you must ask me...

she watched and listened to my overactive heart and mind, as my friend,my family she was watching my life and mimicking the things I do to make you feel as if you love me...

she analyzed it all like a...