three am

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i dreamt of you
and woke up in crying fits
ruptured breathing
as if both my lungs
were punctured

i cooped myself up
as if i was a butterfly hugging
onto its cocoon tightly

and spent the remaining night
listening to songs
that remind me of you

i was incapacitated
as i stared blankly at the ceiling
that projected our memories

i wondered about the possibilities
about the what ifs
as the rain roared
and futilely tried to drown out my thoughts
about you
about us

then my vision blurred
i forgot about healing
i forgot about self care

all i remember now is
you
us

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