07 when it was overA Chapter by Poe Met Emilywhen it was over I didn’t cry like I thought I would, no heavy tears or fragile breaths. I wondered if I was dead inside, this creature with a sorry excuse for a heart. Or I was just accepting that I was foolish and knew deep down it wouldn’t last; that while he was away, I mourned him, the end of a sweet time, the end of sneaking out for freedom, the end of having a social outlet. His face was purple, like a grape, juicy and disgusting. It’s a boy, isn’t it? I could feel his voice in the walls. Lying in bed, I buried my face in my pillow, hoping to suffocate the fumes, to melt into my bed and disappear. I wanted something to look forward to, something from life that would erase the burden my bones ached from. I wanted someone to love, who could love me despite the battles my mental illnesses would bring. I stared at my palm, reasoning, that I should learn to love myself first. But sticking to resolutions was like trying to catch this tiny, prized bubble that would pop just before my fingertips brushed its edge. And it always popped when I knew better. © 2021 Poe Met Emily |
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Added on March 5, 2021 Last Updated on March 5, 2021 AuthorPoe Met EmilyNCAboutI am a young adult. And all my Poetry is Nonfiction. Anything else, feel free to ask. :] more..Writing
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