I sat there in the corner, with my messy bun and my messy feelings, all while rocking back and forth clawing at my chest to get you out of my heart.

Clawing at my brain to send those memories straight to hell, for now they have become rotten, spoiled, painful and distasteful.

Clawing at my ribcage to finally release the butterflies that have been held captive for an unbearable amount of time.

But what did I claw at for the longest? Your chest; in attempt to work my way into your heart, where I knew I belonged.