Not Ready

The morning sun
drowns my room,
lighting up the world around me.

I'm fully awake,
I'm ready to open my eyes,
but I don't want to, yet.

Suddenly, as if on cue,
memories from last night
flood my mind.

I see your face,
your eyes,
your smile.

And it hurts like hell.

It's pretty obvious
that you're ready to move on
with your life.

But did you ever think
about how this
would affect me?

Probably not.

Starting last night,
you ended our relationship;
you ended "we".

And ever since then,
I've been thinking of you
nonstop.

I don't know what to say,
I don't know what to do,
but I know I'm not ready to wake up.

I'd rather lie in my bed,
in my comfortable sheets,
and dream this isn't happening.

That this isn't hurting me.

But it is.

And
the worst part
of it all?

Everyone at school
will know
in a few minutes.

Some will come up to me
and say they're sorry
about what happened.

Some will keep their distance,
staying away,
like I have some kind of disease.

I'm just not ready
for all of that,
right now.

So instead
of going to school,
I'll stay here.

I'm not ready to wake up yet.