Shake the crumbs of doubt off the linen and onto the floor. Then sweep it up with the shards of regret dutifully out of the door. Pat your pillows, to dust off all the salted tears. Then wipe the mirror so you may properly see and face your fears. Drown the tiles in the ocean […]
My lover suffered, for no matter how much love he poured down my throat i was always thirsty “Who’s that girl?” does she want you too? “Where are you?” without me? Jealous of a past that I would never share.
(I wrote this on the 2nd of March 2016. Dealing with and trying to get out of an emotionally abusive-toxic relationship.) Day 1: You are still in love, so you beg him not to leave. You bleed, you claw and your eyes sting with salt. He stays. You have no piece of yourself left.
Sometimes the people you want can’t give you what you need.