The truth is,
you were more than enough for me,
Until you decided,
you were not.
Before,
I could even open my mouth to breathe a DISAGREEMENT.
Embarassing,
clichéd,
and so terribly exhausting.
And yet,
i stay.
Even as,
it breaks me down,
pulls me apart,
little by little,
thread by thread,
piece by piece,
aching bone and bleeding skin.
I am unravelling.
And I think about opening my mouth to scream.
In an attempt to expell the dark, heavy weight from my chest.
I cannot.
My jaw is locked in place,
my throat hoarse,
No sound comes out.
I am drifting,
in an endless orbit,
waiting,
always fucking waiting,
for you to remember that,
I exist.
And so,
I push myself past my breaing point,
past terminal velocity,
over and over and over and over.
Swallowing my rage,
letting it burn my internal organs.
Until,
you bring me back down.
Grounded,
earthed,
held.
loved.
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