I'm standing here, in the middle of a room. Filled with furniture like I've always lived here. It's warm, cozy and I'm happy. The front door opens and you walk towards me. My heart is beating so fast I'm sure the whole street can hear it.
I'm smiling as you put your hands on my face. But it feels weird. You're smiling too, asking me what's wrong and I just stay quiet.
You're here.
You're here like you never left.
And, as I stand here, you kiss me. That's when I realize it's all a dream. A reflection of what my heart wants. So I wake up, tears rolling down my face while my heart crashes into a million pieces.
I bottle up everything for as long as I can remember. So why now? Why feeling all of this now? I tried to keep my mind busy so I won't think about you. But the needles in my heart sink a little more each day. Piercing my lungs and my skin, leaving little empty wholes in my heart, before they stab me again.
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My mind is not a quiet place.
Short StoryPoetry, stories, things that came across my mind. A little book, wide open, to write about my feelings and stuff I'll probably never tell to anybody. None of what's in this book can be reproduced or reposted without authorization.
