Something Short Poem by Diego Adrian Manriquez

Just like before,
Here I am,
Only last time I was heartbroken,
The only difference now is that I'm alone,
Staring deeply at the wall with all the pictures hanging off,
Why can't I think straight?
Could it be from all the nights where I sit alone screaming curse words at the moon,
Or the night when I went around shattering windows because no one knew what it was like,
What it was like to feel angry,
There was one person who I thought could understand how this unpure body worked,
I guess I was wrong,
And now it seems that everytime I turn around,
I picture a face,
Your face,
Eyes that make you expose yourself,
Lips that get tight when I lock mine around them,
So now I pray even when I don't believe I have a savior,
This shows how weak I am,
I want to get this out,
I want this to come to an end.