And when I woke up, for a moment I was okay.
I was wrapped in my blankets, pulling them tighter for warmth to go back to sleep.
Then suddenly, like a down pour of rain, the feeling sank in again that
You're not mine.
That
You chose her.
My heart's so heavy now, like it's being filled with sand to weigh down the rest of my chest.
YOU ARE READING
growing pains
PoesiaVarious poems of sadness, love, and heartbreak. Short stories of young adult hood, growing mature, and realism of life that society often doesn't prefer to speak of out loud. Learn to grow through the pain.
