I eat a brownie edible,
then go on Instagram,
to see the face of the one who,
violated my trust that August night in 2014,
standing close to an old female classmate of mine
both of whom are in a selfie photo, since it’s her bday celebration.
He, the one who betrayed me, is not smiling.
He merely has that same, blank stare.
With no smile at all.
I can only stop looking at my Instagram newsfeed.
No matter how hard I try to forget he exists,
he somehow finds a way.
I still can’t unsee his face.
Yet, all I can do, is merely sit,
and wait...hoping that I can simply
let the music calm my nerves,
as I can feel my mind
attempt to smother the nightmares,
created by the one who betrayed me
that night in 2014,
as I try writing untitled poems,
so that I can heal.