His House

Doesn't he look good
Just sitting on his chair
Looking at the screen
While I'm lying in my underwear
And all those nights we've spent together
Well, they don't mean a thing
I'm slowly sobbing to myself
Trying not to scream
Where is it his heart lies?
And could it still be mine?
Sometimes I think it never was
I'm pretending this is fine...
But do you know when you're away
These spinning colors turn to grey
And there's a record in my head
Replaying the things I wish you'd said...
Yeah, all those things you did to me
They're still tearing me apart
I'm trying to play it cool
While it's choking at my heart
I walk across the room
And open the left door
I try to keep it down
While I'm crying on his bathroom floor
Nights like this come often
But he seldom sees me crying
The outside me is laughing
While inside me is dying
But I keep looking at him
Not going much of anywhere
His eyes, they fall upon me
While I'm lying in my underwear

*Please vote/comment.. I haven't wrote anything in a LONG time and I'm trying to get back in the swing of things.. So please let me know & read some of my other, better poems*