Tears

The process of getting over someone.

tears lived in my eyes all night, on

the verge of spilling over completely, once

or twice.  Eating was the worst thing I

could have done, though the social surrounds..

defiantly saved me from myself.

Well, until now that is.

Because driving home, I was caught in an

undertow of memories. And I couldn’t

escape how she smiles. Or how her nose

moves slightly while she talks. And it all just

<i>hit</i> me.  ‘Cause all tonight, people

kinda tip toed around me, smiled

nice and acted pretty... but I still feel out

on my own and empty. I don’t mean offence, because

I love you all dearly, but she dug out a new

spot in my heart that is utterly vacant.

 

And listening to music, every line and strum

reminds me of her, makes me think of the newest

mix cd, and my heart hurts.

But.

I can’t stop here. I know that. Even though I want

to just lay down and go to sleep, I can’t and I won’t.

I have to keep moving. I am just so terrified of

trying to start again. Of trying to open up again.