January 1st, 2024
I remember the way my eyes kept glancing at the clock, my heart refusing to believe more minutes would pass without you.
The way my brain tried to grab hold of me with negativity and the way my heart absolutely refused to go there.
Stuck thinking I would mean more than that, that the relationship despite its issues would still mean more than that.
My heart dropped when it finally came to the realization that you weren't coming, 11:55pm.
It continued to freeze over once the clock struck, as I ran in my very first New Years truly alone, in an empty house that's not mine, and not a single soul I know anywhere close to me.
Happy new years to me.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
