Today someone asked me if I'd ever been in love. When I replied "yes", they asked "with who?" And I told them not who but what. I'd been in love with the idea of being very far away from here.
     I stayed and trouble found me. I stayed knowing I could leave but I was physically bound to something. I left because people around here are chained to the past but I, I am bound to meet tomorrow.
     I'm so mentally exhausted by the way life is living that I can't help but stay up and wonder what's next to fall and after the fall, will there be a broom I can use to sweep up the rubble or will it taunt me forever?
     I am not sorry for the pain that I caused you to fight when you crawl into your bed and curl up for the night.
     Oxygen never tasted so good, stepping back from the ledge never felt so easy, the tips of my toes never felt so relaxed and un-walked on. And the worry in my throat, hell; There wasn't one.
                     -S. Mia
                August 13, 2014