And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."
When his goodbye hits you like a freight train,
learn how to contour your body in the shape of Okay again.
Start digging the grave of your memories, of the relationship
that fell apart faster than a sand castle being kicked by the world,
of the moments you shared while love bound you two together.
And bury it farther and farther into the ground, so even if it
grows wings it will never fly high enough to reach
your heartstrings again.
When your mother asks you why there is dirt staining your
perfect nails, tell her you forgot that some flowers die even when
they were gorgeous the summer before. Tell her you were trying
to find peace in the middle of the Earth. Tell her your heart needed
closure. Tell her you didn’t want to feel anything but the goodbye.
Tell her the corpse was rotting and you couldn’t stand the smell anymore.
Ignore that your bed feels a little bigger, that your loneliness
has grown overnight, that your heart feels a little smaller, that
your brain is throbbing, that your eyes haven’t stopped watering
since you watched him leave, that the sheets don’t give you the
warmth like his arms did.
Put flowers on the grave of the memories, of the relationship
that turned into a hurricane overnight,
and learn that Goodbye is only a poison if you let it be.
let’s get this straight
it is not romantic to persistently pursue someone after they have refused you
When I’m hidden
When shyness holds me back
When I’m too lost to reach out
Move just furniture
Look over fences
But find me
Over turn even one stone
Just one stone
You’ll find me,
I’m desperate to jump out