cheesefrylover

This fall I fell through the cracks in the sidewalk and stayed there while the world closed damp and marshy above me.

The streets hummed low rhythms that lulled me to sleep and I kept my eyes closed for three months until they snapped open like a timer had been set off, my body’s reminder that all dreams must end.

Now I hold a toothpick to the ceiling and slowly excavate myself.

Even when all seems dark, I’ve learned you can still dig your way out.

I was just getting started but you were ready to end

and there were holes in us both that we just couldn’t mend

But I was so wrapped up in all the nice things you would say and the way you’d convince me everything was okay

But it wasn’t, was it? It was all a fascade.

You thought you could protect me but your thinking was flawed.

And I feel stupid for not know that you weren’t alright, so blinded by love that I began to lose sight.

I should have cared for you better, I should have put you first

And I know saying these things doesn’t make it better or worse.

But I can’t not care, not even now.

My voice is so quiet but my thoughts are so loud.

And there’s nights I want to reach out and see how you are because my friends said they saw you alone at the bar.

Instead I’ll say nothing, I’ll leave you alone. But I’ll leave the porch light on in case you want to come home.

If you don’t feel like yourself right now, it’s probably because you are not that person anymore. Sometimes you fall apart and when you go to put yourself back together again, you’ll find that there are missing pieces. Parts of you have been lost along the way but it’s important that you don’t go searching for them. You don’t need to backtrack in order to feel whole again. This is your opportunity to grow, your chance to bloom into the person you’ve always wanted to be. You might have lost parts of yourself along the way, but you will never be incomplete. You are enough all on your own. Keep going.