The End.

Nothing, he said; with eyes still closed

I know him better than that, I think,

My abdomen already clenching, preparing

For whatever he’s going to hit me with.

He pulled me close and pressed his

Hand firmly into my, out fingers wove tight

He held me as I lay my head upon his chest

And spoke in a certain tone

You know , I love you, right?

It was then my world came crashing down.

Three Weeks Later.

We said we’d give it a try-

It was worth it- we were worth it

Right?

Yet here I am, same feeling again,

Trembling head to toe, concentration broke.

I’m the problem, but not really, he said.

But I am. I know I am. I have to be.

It’s always me.

He said, you can’t fix everything.

Not everything in this world can be fixed;

Why can’t I? I want to, so much.

The feelings linger, the phone call

Didn’t assuage any fear he’d instilled

Because he wasn’t trying. I knew it.

They all want to believe we’re okay,

We’re the perfect couple,

But we know we’re falling apart fast.

I can’t do anything,

Except watch each piece of my heart

Break away, and hit the floor.

Shattered. Every glistening piece evades the sun,

Until I feel that familiar hollow resting in my chest.

In my brokenness, I find solace.

I have been here before.