She was always waiting for the other shoe to hit the floor —
Always anticipating the roof to cave in over her head
She felt impassable,
never able to get close enough —
The breathing in her chest growing incredibly heavier by the minute, as if someone had gone inside her rib cage and tied stones to her lungs
She saw no one was there —
She thought no one knew how to care,
no one knew how to love her the way she needed to be loved
Like she would always be disappointed, even if they tried
So she sits alone, wiping tears from her eyes
YOU ARE READING
Easier To Forget
PoetryPoems. // Hi, hello. This is a sort-of memoir/journal of unorthodox poems that I've written over the years. I started writing in 2015. Glad you're here (: Feel free to leave comments and vote or w/e. ×Mysneakz [Completed]
