They'll say “there's plenty other fish in the sea”
But he was a shark
And I was a guppy
He had swallowed me whole
and spat me back out
Now I am floating around
Lifelessly
And the 'sea' that I swim?
It's a load of old crap
I'm too far away from the shore
and the ocean's way too large to explore
Especially now I'm on my own
With only the company of my tears
Instead, I will be engulfed by ******* comfort
from my worrying peers
Whilst I dangle my legs numbly off of the pier
Bottle in hand and him on my mind
with pain tingling up from my spine
They'll say “move on” and “give it time”
but time seems to not be on my side
for it moves too painfully slow
I only feel good when I'm not awake
When I'm in public I fear I might break
I can't look people in the eye
It's not because I'm shy
But because I am scared they will see what is swimming inside
Those waves in my stomach
that make me feel queasy
always find their way to the surface, ever so easy