A Day In The Life Of Getting Over You.
I leaned my head against the edge of my bed where I had been so many times before.
But this time was different.
The tears plummeted down my face as I whispered Please stop crying please.
Please give me a chance were some of the last words I said to him and then I said Goodbye.
I finally realised I was caring for someone who would never ever care for me.
It was time to drop the rock in the pond and let it sink.
Sink is what I did.
I sunk my fingers into my fuzzy white rug on my bedroom floor.
The tears from my face made my hands a salty wet I haven’t felt since the last time I cried.
Weak is how I felt.
Weak is all I felt.
I looked up at the white paper lanterns on my ceiling and envied it’s freedom to spin and twirl, dangling there without a care in the world.
It looked so beautiful and happy.
Happy is something I won’t feel for a while.
It is something I’m going to have to gain back.
It is a feeling I will have to search for.
One reflection was all I had in the mirror that night.
The woman who once had it all together just had everything blown apart.
Apart was my heart.
I felt it burning in my chest as I looked in front of me.
Then I heard a reassuring whisper saying
Days are what you needed to get over him.