My Sheets Don't Smell Of You Anymore

My Sheets Don't Smell Of You Anymore

By Lotty Loveridge

There is no lonelier feeling
Than waking at night
To your side of the bed
Cold and empty

So I lie in the dark
Staring at your pillow
Trying to remember if you were real

 


I write poems about heartache, mental illness and life. But mainly about heartache. (Instagram: sadgirlbadpoems)

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