The Imagery Of Heartbreak

A poem

Madison Epting

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Photo by sky of Unsplash

“I sleep with memories,

They lie in my hollow bed,

In the space right next to me that you used to fill instead.

I talk to myself,

Because there were things left unsaid.

Every night, I drink wine.

I touch the lips to the bottle until the only thing left are the drops of, ‘Please give me a sign.’

I cry,

Because there’s no other way to express destruction,

Than to drown yourself in your own emotion.

I dream of kissing as many people as I can

Until the ink-stamped imprints of your lips are replaced with another man’s.

I go to museums to remind myself that other things that history too.

And I spend the rest of my time counting sheep and replacing them with the days it’s been since I last saw you.

I play hide and seek with my REM cycle because sometimes I don’t know what is worse:

The pain from the heartbreak or the reality I wake up to, realizing I’m still stuck in the same curse.

I’m not okay, but I remind myself that I was before I fell for the touch of your hand caressing my cheek.

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Madison Epting

Wanderer. Empath. Friend. Owner of the Sincerely Madison E Publication. Author of “Unapologetically Human” and “While You Were Away” - available on Amazom