My Best Story

I decided to read my favourite story one last time

It was accompanied with nausea rippled in an empty stomach

The only light I could see was darkness and shadowy forms of anguish

My fingers were numb as my throat was dry from pain

My palms were sweaty and sticky as I stared on the story that was once filled with sunshine 

My heart was a raging inferno with no relief to be found

The pages were blurred from rivulets of tears streaming from my blazed eyes 

I could hear the laugh from a distance, a midnight vision of our past

My mouth was sore, the memories were so much to be forgotten in a haste. 

I wanted to move on to the next page but my book was saturated with pain. 

I took what was left of my once finest book and disposed it into the flames

And I decided to rewrite my favourite story. 
***This poem is essentially about heartbreak. I wrote it when I parted ways the person I really loved then. I didn’t know how else to express how I felt. I have feelings too? though I act so tough. Thank God I’m as good as new now. How many of you can relate?? Merry Christmas in advance and a splendid 2018 in view.