low light from the corner
i sit on your bed
hot water floods my body
falling from my eyes
into my ears
my mouth
dripping down my nose
but i am silent
i must stop before the water shuts off
my breath shutters with a sob
this version of me is for only my rearview mirror
i can't stop.
the water turns off
the game you're listening to
echos down the hallway
i need to stop
nobody sees me this way
i am not weak.
the sound comes closer
no
why are you sitting that way
turn it off
turn it off
turn it off
what's wrong
i brush the tears
flash a smile
hhey
no
why are you crying
what's the matter
it started
and it won't stop
slap the tears away
i'm readyy for sex noww
chuckle
no
he steps closer
my body warms
he falls to the bed
he clutches me to his chest
i heave a sob
it's loud
he grips me closer
he will not
let me go
i do not
feel weak
i feel strong
he will hold me
he does not think
i am small
tell me about it
he kisses my hair
he doesn't loosen his grip
i can tell him
he will not let me go
i matter
in this moment
i will not be allowed
to feel alone.
YOU ARE READING
Thanks, Love
Poetrysituationship break-ups are hard. i guess that's all i have to say about this. it's a work in progress because i think that's how breakups work.
