“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.