Look What You've Done

All day long,
she checks her phone,
To see if he's texted or called.
But, no, she's still a l o n e.

The beautiful eyes,
that once stole her heart,
Haunt her every dream...
it's tearing her a part.

Trying to forget,
the days that they had,
she tosses back another shot.
Now, she doesn't feel so sad.

One after another,
they burn a path down her throat.
She wonders if he even read,
the letters she wrote.

But she doesn't care,
she can't feel a thing.
She's filling her heart,
with liquid novacaine.

The room starts spinning,
her body slams to the ground,
she wants to call out,
but there's no one around.

Lying on her back,
she begins to aspirate.
Then her phone chimes,
about 10 minutes too late.

Deep in her heart,
she knows who it's from.
& Her last thought is...
Look what you've done...