poems from a lonely girl

the aftermath

no one really talks about what it's like
after your first breakup

you feel like you won't ever be ready to open your heart, bare your soul to another person

you don't realise how much effort, how much trust, how much time it took to do it the first time round

for them to know you, and for you to know them, like the back of your hand?

now that you have to start again,
you think

will i have to re-tell those same childhood stories?
will i ever get to hear them slowly using my catchphrases, my figures of speech?
will i re-learn about those unique little quirks that make them so lovable?

to feel comfortable in someone else's arms, held safely in someone else's embrace?

and suddenly you find yourself comparing them to every new person that comes along

and you think, maybe i will never be ready to start something new