I'm alone.
I waited for him.
I sat exactly where he
Told me to.
He never came.

The coffee I ordered
Nearly three hours ago,
Is cold
And black
Much like my heart.

My soul feels like
It's been ripped
Into a
Million
Pieces
Like a photo

He's shredding my identity,
Molding me like clay
Into what he wants me
To be.

I'd do anything for him,
But trying to be with him
Is making me more lonely
Than I ever was before.