Writings from a Broken Heart

Good Enough

*Entry 1*

I get sick to my stomach thinking of you.

My muscles tense.

I become short of breath.

Why is it so hard for me to stop?
To stop thinking,
Waiting,
Handing out chances like they're worthless.

"He might come back",
And I get too scared to love anyone else.

No, you're not him.
You're not either.

I guess no one else is good enough.

But how long will it take for these to subside?

You're all that's in my head
And I'm afraid you're all that will ever be.

~drowning in my thoughts