
I lie in bed.
With this heaviness in my chest.
Wishing I could see you...
But somehow you feel less.
I swore I felt something real
But for you that wasn’t the deal.
Yet here I am wondering, where has my heart gone?
I didn’t understand it was something you could steal.
You took me for a joke!
So now all I do is get lost in this smoke.
Some how the hurt is here too.
This pain leaves me empty & hollow.
Spin the chamber. . . Click . . . Click . . . Click. . .
This pain is hard to swallow.
About the Creator
Christina Cantero
I love to write. Poetry, short stories, opinions on different topic, or rants. I grew up in NYC between Brooklyn, Long Island, & Queens. I’m also a freelance Graphic Designer & Photographer. I’m a Jack of All Trades honestly. Hope you enjoy




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