"... when you're not loved."
"What does it feel like,
to have someone love
you back?"
I stand there,
my hand still
stretched out
before me,
and this
question keeps
on running
through my mind.
"How does it feel,
to not have your
heart broken?"
A tear slips
down my face,
dripping down
my chin
as I fold my hand
into a fist,
digging my nails
into the soft flesh
of my palm.
"What do you do,
when he walks away?"
Cradling my head
in my hands,
I let my body
fall,
drop to the ground
as I cry,
biting my lip
to keep me
from screaming.
"How do you move on,
when he is everything
you have known?"
...
to have someone love
you back?"
I stand there,
my hand still
stretched out
before me,
and this
question keeps
on running
through my mind.
"How does it feel,
to not have your
heart broken?"
A tear slips
down my face,
dripping down
my chin
as I fold my hand
into a fist,
digging my nails
into the soft flesh
of my palm.
"What do you do,
when he walks away?"
Cradling my head
in my hands,
I let my body
fall,
drop to the ground
as I cry,
biting my lip
to keep me
from screaming.
"How do you move on,
when he is everything
you have known?"
...
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