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And even now,

Knowing the truth about you,

I see you,

And my heart still skips a beat,

My stomach still flutters,

Only for a slick moment,

Then I slip,

And it all comes rushing,

My heart sinks,

My eyes sting,

Tears itching to run down my cheeks,

But I'm strong now,

Used to it,

Maybe that's what it is,

I push the feelings down my throat,

I stand tall,

Head held high,

Nose in the air,

I'm done with you controlling me now,

I have recovered,

And you are nothing but another player in the game we share,

So spare your breath, 

And never speak to me again.

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