I thought when you said okay you meant it. I thought when you said I feel you meant it. I’m stuck in this mud bath sinking slowly to the ground. Trying to find something to hold onto but nothing is around me. I am utterly alone. Gasping for air only makes it worse. That word. It stings like the aftermath of salt water being tossed into your eyes. I thought I would be safe with it. It was supposed to be my safe haven, but alas it has ripped a hole inside of me. I want to be free of it so the pain will go away. But I crave it. I yearn for it to stay and be a part of me. Sinking, sinking slowly sinking. ©Jessica E Meyers2010
This one was before the break up. but still sad.
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