He asked me
are we falling apart now
and I could not answer
not because I felt we were
or we weren't,
But because
any word
or thought
had fallen apart from me
piled up on the shitty carpet at my feet.
An empty answer
through an open mouth
my tongue searching for the right words
as to not hurt him
as to not make him feel as I do.
I do not know how to do that though.
My mind knows I love him
and as hope is the only feeling left
I hope I love him
I hope this is a twist in our story
I hope to fall back into his arms
and feel everything I used to
I hope
and I hope
and I hope
and I hope
To feel anything for anyone