a.v club

nineteen years // how i fell apart

It’s funny how 

I slip from silent, gut-wrenching sadness

to anger at the audacity 

that anybody has dared to come so close

and then pull away. 

Silent curses drip

like an ancient, dried up waterfall

from my lips 

cursing the very idea 

that you thought you had the right. 

At the same time, 

I am a withered, husk 

a hollow pain in my stomach, in my chest

why is it that when I let people in

they shred everything on the way out? 

Author's Note

january 2017- not my best work?? a little too raw