Restless Night

Ask me how I slept last night!?! Ask, after deciding to step back from what I felt, stap back from I crave with every once of my being. Ask me how I slept!!!

I didnt!! Or if i did, I wept until I passed out. Silently, I laid on my side, facing away from my oathbound husband, and while he snored, I gasped for air. While he murmured nothings into the air, I struggled to keep from wailing my bleeding soul to the sky. I curled around the weighted red panda I bought myself, and tried to sniffle myself so I didn't wake him cause I didn't want to explain to him why I felt like I was dying just a little bit more.
I can handle hiding what I feel, as long as I know its returned. But feeling myself washed away with every glance from you, every tickle of amusement lifting my soul, and believing it isn't returned - will leave me filled with a poison they lack the antidote to treat.

So ask me how I slept, cause I'll lie and tell you 'fine', so you don't have to face the reality of just how far I've fallen.

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