Haunted Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

When the “pain” and “heartbreak” ended…I thought I was free. But I’m never free. When my dreams allow me to wander, I go to you. I lie awake in broken pieces, staring at the ceiling. Questions drown all parts of me leaving me exposed to the world. Everywhere I go, some trace if you can be found. Some miscellaneous item reminds me of you. Song lyrics and written sentiments seem to break my heart again. If it was ever truly whole.
Maybe what hurts me most is, I think of you and wander if you think of me. Knowing you’re not. Knowing you never will, accept by accident or something.