It hurts.

I thought I would be able to laugh it off, pretend that nothing happened.After all, nothing did happen.

But,
Why do these images flash through
my mind.
Happy memories that now bring me sorrow
It floods my mind
And drowns my heart.

The salvation?
Distraction.
But I can't distract myself
When I sleep.
Sweet dreams leave a bitter taste
When I awake from my slumber
It aches

Begone. The exorcism has begun.
But its not for a demon, but for an angel
Who stole something of mine.
For my mind will be cleansed, as time washes you away



Warning: poems are for dramatisation. Don't read too much into it. Don't worry guys:)