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.

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