Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}

• despondency •

After everything you've done, the havoc and chaos you've drowned me in; your name no longer makes me happy. When I hear it, my heart beats quicker and harder, pumping copious amounts of adrenaline. Though it's not because I'm happy, or the mention of your name creates a spark of fantasy, it's because I begin to panic, the bad type of panic when you realise you left your phone at your previous destination.

I became anxious, thinking through my game plan over and over, thinking about what I would do if I happened to unfortunately run into you, or vice versa. How I'd need to fight with myself mentally to make sure I don't apologise over and over, making me sound like a fragile begging puppy; like I still wasn't over you.

When I hear your name, my muscles tense, and I feel sick to the pit of my stomach. My hands curl into tight fists, causing my nails to vigorously dig into the palms of my hands. My jaw clenches tight, preventing the hate fuelled flow of words to spill from my mouth.

My gaze becomes sharper than the edge of a blade, hoping to graze and pierce your skin.
Your name had the complete opposite effect of what it used to have, and isn't that quite sad?