There is this little piece of me,
Quivering like a leaf
In a storm.
This little piece of me screams so loud,
That my ribs rattle,
Throat chokes,
Jaw aches,
Till I am forced to utter the words that I most hate,
"I am afraid".
People say it's natural,
Then why doesn't it feel so?
People say it will be fine,
And it may be.
But what about the things I am loosing now?
What about this hurt I am carrying,
when evertime I hear you plan, I know that I am never there?
How do I just be okay knowing that I was yours but never completely and that I belonged to you only till I could belong to someone else?
It should be an addition but it already feels like a subtraction,
And no matter how much I tell myself that things are better,
One part of me is always aware,
That things may have changed,
It may be better than before,
But some things lost will always remain so.
