Talking to you again is odd, to say the least.
We tiptoe around sensitive talks like one would walk on shards of glass near a sleeping lion, painfully but silently.
Its like tasting your favorite food when you have a cold. It can only be a fraction of its former glory. We, can only be a fraction of what we were before, right now. Which is a thought that terrifies me.
I don't want to be a fraction. I want to feel whole, but it seems close to impossible right now.
I don't want to come off as if i am blaming you, because im not. Im blaming the circumstances. Im blaming the fact that other things have happened and they have led to this point in which our talks are 15 minutes long and are worth nothing in retrosoect.
We are too scared to talk about the big things because the only big thing we have left is the source of all this.
Im just scared of the future. Im scared of what is ahead.
YOU ARE READING
Falling Up
PoetryA collection of poems about me falling in the wrong direction, and me falling in love with the wrong person.
