“So I often wonder. Why do you still love me? When I’m nothing but broken pieces.”
Why is it so hard? My mouth wants to speak, but no sound escapes. My body wants to move, but my brain doesn’t listen. Why am I so broken? I can’t let you see how vulnerable I am. I can’t give an inch, or I feel like I’ll lose it all. Why do you still bother to try? When I can’t even lift a finger in your direction. To hold your hand. To let you know how much I need you. When all I want is for you to hold me. But I sit in silence. Frozen.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to just be in the moment with you. You see, my heart’s gone cold to preserve what little is left of me. So I often wonder. Why do you still love me? When I’m nothing but broken pieces of who I used to be?
© Sarah Doughty
This was written in response to the #NovemberNotes challenge. Today’s inspiration was Just Hold Me by Maria Mena. I also pulled a bit of inspiration from Drive by Beacon.