Damage Done Poem by Alexzia Ferdinand

black sheets
they remind me of nighttime lonely
and not your arms.
the fragile fleeting stars and
not your face.
if there ever was a time to love,
but it twists slightly off kilter.
forgiveness can't be exacted so easily, and as i slip
into the black, unfortunately hopeful
i must not feel remorse.
he left without saying goodbye.
gave me a hell of a wretched lesson
about not looking back.
maybe one day apologies
will mean something. but until then,
i can't let him in again.
the entrance to my heart
is no revolving door.
come quickly morning
spare me a dream or two.