sometimes you're left hanging by a string
just barely clutching to what's left,
and sometimes that's enough.
other times, your heart just aches so terribly
that you cut the string yourself,
knowing it will be worse for a little while
but in the end
you might have a chance to rebuild
what was broken.
so you live
with quiet nights
and an empty bed
hoping that one day
you might feel okay again.
until then your breathe still catches in your chest
and your hand still aches to touch his
your heart picks up just a little too quick
and the tears burn behind your eyes.
but you swallow it back
and choke it down
bury it deep
and just let it sleep.
happily, ever, after.
