I feel like my days are a constant picking petals off of a flower
he loves me, he loves me not
the waiting is unreal. I’m not even sure what I’m waiting for anymore.
is it worth saving? I’m not sure what “it” is either.
A few days ago my heart was ecstatic, about to burst through my chest.
But now it is just a heart.
And my hands are just my hands, missing the tingling feeling they received with every one of your touches.
And my lips are just my lips, aching for yours to press against them one last time.
And my body is just my body, no longer feeling the warmth of yours holding me.
And I am just me. No longer feeling belonged to anyone.
The days go by and it is just silence between us.
And I realize now, that I will be just fine.
For I am worth more than a thousand silences.
- Kayla Lynn