"It isn't until we are falling, I think, that we realize just how high we once were."
a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling.
completed
The worst part has to be that I am alone now But still remember.
It does not hurt that my bed is now empty But that it still smells just like you.
It does not hurt that I sit across from an empty seat But that I remember your smile when you sat there once.
It does not hurt that my phone doesn't go off for you anymore But that there was a time when it did.
And I am still grappling with your absence Trying to find the silver lining In this cloud of dust you left me in.
Oh, the things I would give up to just forget you. After all, I was fine without you.
How did you manage to make me lonelier?
The worst part
Author's Note
This dedication goes to two special people. shan96 recommended this story to her sister Keeks_L and she came and commented! I love it when you guys recommend my story to your friends and loved ones and then they come in the comments and start reading. That really hits different. Thank you both for reading! If you want a dedication just be sure to vote and comment!
Also, in case you guys didn't see, I finished my book 'Godspeed' yesterday! So if you love to binge books now's your chance! It's got romance, heartbreak and lots of culture. Head over to my profile to check it out!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
