Sometimes I wonder
How many times I can shatter
And rebuild myself
It seems to me
That over time
Small pieces get lost
And I am never quite whole
In the same way
Perhaps it is for the best
That I will forever long
For those missing shards
And the empty spaces
they've left behind
If it weren't for them
I might have been able
To convince myself
That it never happened
That we never happened
That I never swallowed up
Desire and passion,
Hope and love,
And sent them to another
Dimension
Where you reside
Apart from me
And with someone else
A place where we no longer
Speak each other's names
A place where we pretend
That we never existed
Because the alternative
(the one where you are
still in this world but choose
to stay away)
Is far too painful
About the Creator
Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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