Mascara stained pillow

The night I knew it was over,

My pillow was stained of black mascara.

I laid on my side,

Tears streaming faster than light.

Burning the corners of my eyes,

My jaw aching from pain.

I buried my face deep in my pillow.

Everything felt so warm,

But so cold.

My heart aching from the truth,

That I didn’t even know yet.

Truth was he didn’t have to say it,

For me to know it.

To know my mascara stained pillows,

Would be because,

I lost everything I once knew.

-I lost my best friend, boyfriend, all in one.