Poetry Series: Coming to Terms

Have been out and about in the city like no other. Going back to our favorite little spots, discovering new ones, feeling the inside of your palm as I cheekily traced your life line. My mind won't quit, and its making me go insane.
I am thirsty & I haven't been drinking for a while now. It feels like every time I shut my eyes all I see is your face, and I want to scream and shout at you.
Just cause it feels like I haven't slept in days!

Is it supposed to feel that way? Like a part of my physical body is missing. Am I supposed to feel dysfunctional like my heart is a foreign object thrust back into my chest after it joined the dark side. The Dark side of love. After its felt the pain. After .. no lets not go to after. Let me think of ways now that I can heal my heart, that I can teach it to accept again. That I can restart its beating.

The thrust was painful, short, fast but painful none the less. My chest is still gaping, with blood dripping here and there, no particular pattern to be honest. Just a vicious bloody mess.

And I thought i knew the rules of the dangerous game we were playing, I was a girl who reads. And a girl who reads is dangerous, for she is smart, intellectual and witty. But this girl has been reading all the wrong books, and maybe while shes at it shes read all the wrong signs. Missed the red flags.

And now every breath feels like a forced beating of a thrust and injured heart.

Add insult to injury, you moved on.


Love,

Fearless