I am sitting here imagining that the last month has not happened. That, I'm not heartbroken. That I didn't subconsciously leave my self worth in someone's hands for them to let it go in the end and me without it. It was just a bad dream. A nightmare. It is a nightmare. The worst of it right now is the feeling that I was alone in love...it's a hard feeling to shake, but it's there. Maybe I wasn't. Right now I don't know. I'm still in my fairytale of everything being alright. I can't move from my spot in front of the door, waiting for it to open, and him walking through it. He was supposed to be the last leave.
-sb
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