Relapse
An awful loss.
A stab to the heart.
Words can’t paint this picture.
A pencil can’t erase my emotion toward it.
Weakness sweeps over.
Will there ever be better than you?
I’m way too high to be thinking this low.
Gravity forms and I’m humbled rather quickly. To the world, I’ll play my part as a normal, functioning being. Inside — 1000 tears gather. I feel everything, intensely, but let the world see a blank page. New history is being written. I miss her every day. *Google’s how to be strong through a breakup* New history is being written. *Consistently make jokes with friends so they think you’re okay.” New history is being written.
One of the only parts of my life I looked forward to beginning, has found its ending. Love is vacant and currently doesn’t reside here anymore.
