Healing

I laid in bed for two days. Breaking up the quiet silence, with unbearable sobs. My eyes more red than the heart you ripped apart. I did not eat. I did not talk, unless it was about you. My heart no longer had words to say.

I went to work. I had to distract myself. So i woke up, and went to work and went to sleep and went to work - everyday until i tricked myself into thinking i was okay.

I saw your picture on Instagram. My stomach hurdled itself against my torso as i fought the tears trying to leak. You are so handsome.

I ran out of friends to talk with about you. I didn't want to be annoying, so i made new friends.

I had nightmare after nightmare of you with the girls you told me not to worry about.

Your birthday came, and I so badly wanted to reach out. Instead, I spent the night with the boy i told you not to worry about. Don't worry, he left me also.

I miss you.

But i don't think of you so much anymore. I am healing.

I am healing.