reminders of him

the engulf you left on me,
which was a literal agony.
pretty skies,
that reminds me of your fictitious lies.
bruises of my wounded heart
full of sorrow,
the pathetic art.
illusive kind gestures,
the amusing part.
separated with my own heart
cause it’s beneficial for us to be apart.
wretched even tho i was warned,
what an irony.