“I was blissfully in love with you.
But then reality hit and a part of me died.”
Long ago, you knew me. I was a different person. Happy. Blissfully in love with you. But now, all of that is forgotten. I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t remember what it was like to be happy. Content. Safe. I was hit with reality and lost everything else. You see, a part of me died. I’m different. Lost. Forgotten. A skeleton of my former self. A jumble of missing pieces that can’t be glued back together again.
This is me now. A memory. And this skeleton is all that remains of me.
© Sarah Doughty
This skeleton has
more than enough
pain to bear.