The Morning After

My once beautiful eyes are now a rainy dark cloud;

Puffed up of how much I cried,
Dark of all the make up that smeared as I slept
lastly
Filled with more tears that I will keep shedding for you. 


I awakened this morning as if it were all a nightmare.
But as I stared at my ceiling and kept still I realized it was all real.
 
It's all my fault, I brought this upon us
and there is nothing that can heal us.

Nothing.


I have become almost nothing to you, I use to be your world,
I will now be stored in your drawer of memories that fade into nothing
and then I will be 
Nothing more