A personal expression of the bittersweet feelings of regret, heartache, guilt, loneliness and healing that follows the aftertaste people leave behind. This blog is a reflection of my own growth, intimacy and secret struggles.
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Stupid me, thinking that you wanted me the same way I wanted you.
Ever since I met you, I kept you at arms length for so long. But when i finally let you in, your hands reached between my ribs to grasp at at my empty chest. And when you realized how they left me so heartlessly, you did the same .
My hands keep trying to grab the empty space where you used to lay. They spread over the cold bedsheet like spindles and needles searching for the missing fabric of your clothes. And I wonder to myself If you were ever real at all. The more I try to remember what you look like, The only thing I see Is the door That you left wide open Behind you.
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