Broken Memories

  I lay here in my new makeshift "bedroom" or more accurately the corner of the laundry room i blocked off with a sheet. I'm sweating from the dope Ive been doing with recless abandon all day, chewing on the filter of an unlit cigarette.

 Its been two months since she said she didnt want me anymore. Two months of lovesick misery, of lonely nights when memories of passionate nights spent with her refuse to be shut out of my mind.

 To the rest of the world I might look like im getting over her, but the truth is that im just learning to live with the pain. I still see her face everytime I close my eyes, still long to hear her voice, to be with her.

 I'm done with love, its not in the cards for guys like me, we're meant to be alone.