But my picture still cries

I always think I am strong until my eyes fall on my wall

It was a long time ago
I am supposed to be healed by now
But my picture still cries
The reflection of me
Standing still and framed,
Lying on my bed
I look at my wall
I see the eyes I call my own
I toss
I turn
I sleep
I wake
They are still there looking back at me
Not even one dares to blink
Both hold on tight to my pain from yesterday
Neither will ever be free from this captivity,
Just one picture
Yet bears so many memories
All should be remembered less
But how do I forget when the invisible tears flowing down my cheeks are strings pulling me back to the past?
I see the picture and I remember the night
The night I almost lost my mind
I see the picture and I remember the night
The night I danced on my own
Hand in hand they danced in pairs
Their eyes looked at me
All they saw was a joke
My eyes looked at him
All I saw was broken promises
Lies
Deceit
And a ghost she called human
Since that night he was dead to me
I killed him with every step he took towards her
I killed him with every embrace he adorn her
I see him today and he is still a ghost
Should I feel any pain?
Should I not?
I don’t know
But my picture still cries

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Author: Sharon Mo Wordsmith

Writer

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