There it is.
That feeling in the pit of my stomach.
An aching,
churning,
burning.
There they are.
Those tears that always follow that feeling.
A crying,
sobbing,
hurting.
There you were.
Telling me everything I didn't to hear.
A friend,
not lover,
not ever.
There I was.
Hearing everything I didn't want you to say.
A word,
a curse,
a bruise.
Here I am.
Trying to hold all the heartache in.
A break,
crack,
shatter.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2012