Poetry

The End Of Us

“And I think that was where
our story came to an end.
When you walked away.”

And I think that was where our story came to an end. When you walked away. You see, I pretended I didn’t need you, but I begged with my eyes while standing on my feet. I didn’t want you to know how much you meant to me. Like you were what my lungs needed to breathe. Like you were the blood in my veins. Maybe I hid it too well. Or maybe, you just weren’t looking. Either way, you made the decision to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why it feels like you ripped my heart out of my chest.

© Sarah Doughty

That’s what I get for holding back.

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4 thoughts on “The End Of Us”

  1. “Maybe I hid it too well. Or maybe, you just weren’t looking.” I really like the feeling of a missed communication in these two lines. Like maybe she wasn’t hiding it all that well. Maybe he just wasn’t paying enough attention to see what she was trying to communicate without words.

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  2. All the unspoken words people leave. It’s interesting, I’ve been watching people communicate lately, and sometimes I’ll know more of a story from one side before they engage in a conversation with someone else. I’m starting to think one of the leading causes of people’s continued unhappiness is their inability to express what they need or want to another person. I think there are things people are too afraid to say, so they go on being unhappy.

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