Welcome to my Mind

The Sting

Sometimes people leave,
There's nothing anyone can do to change that.

"I just need some time to figure out who I am and what I want," he tops his words off with an over-dramatic sigh.

"That's fine, you need space and I respect that. I understand," she says with much more calmness than she feels inside. She turns on her heels and walks away, wanting to look back but not wanting him to see her freshly, tear soaked face.

Her chest is tight and it aches every time she tries to suck in a breath of air. She wipes her eyes with the backs of her hands, hoping that she can clear her vision enough to see what's in front of her.

She knows it's not her fault,
She's done nothing wrong.
Yet, she still feels the sting of rejection as she tries to think, with her throbbing mind, what she could have possibly done differently to change the outcome.

*I know this isn't a poem but, I'm not sure where else to put it so I'm adding it to the collection anyway*