I keep on making it worse for myself. If I doubt, I fear, and I wonder all too much for my own good.
Every single time I think I am strong enough to let go, I am swallowed back up again. Devoured.
And not only do I drown but my chest heaves with the inability to breathe right.
This bed still so warm.
My pillow still dappled with his scent.
My eyes sparkling with tears of years lost.
My lips still tingling from missing kisses.
My head spins, my heart doesn't understand.
How have I become so unfortunate.