I have fallen into the rhythm of goodbyes.
The steady beat of feet against tile
the sound of slamming doors and
echoing walls.
See, the worst part
is the silence that follows.
The all-consuming ringing that coats your ears
and kisses down your spine.
*Loving him was like hearing
every goodbye I've ever heard
all at once.*
"I can't do this anymore."
I have fallen into the rhythm
of unrequited love.