They say
You should start moving on
You are hurting yourself
Waiting for something
That is not going to happen
They say

I want to turn off the sound of the world
Too loud
Too much
Too hurtful
I feel how I am breaking
Is this what love is supposed to be?

Move on
Move on
They keep saying
I am a prisoner to my own thoughts
To their words
A circus

Here I am
With words of the others in my head
“Move on, there is no point in waiting.”

Here I am
Sitting next to the love of my life
Waiting for him to wake up








Or to keep sleeping for eternity


-how I would feel if I were her