If I loved as hard as I said I did, why is it merely a dull ache right now? Why am I not sobbing and clawing at my chest. Why doesn't it hurt as much?
Did I lie? Or was it acceptance.
Finally.
YOU ARE READING
TWENTY VOICES
Poetry"I guess I want to wake up hearing a voice that quietens the ones inside my head. That one voice that tells me I should live."
