Saturday, November 14, 2009
i can't breathe. breathing needs a tremendous amount of effort, now.
when i relate our pleasant memories to my friends and mouth your name, the effort to brace up to the new reality has to come with another effort to block the tears from entering my sockets.
now i understand fully how she must have felt at the time, even though the tables are turned. messages never exceeding six words at one time.
it is like someone dying. someone leaving your life. someone said to pretend to hate and let go, but it is an impossible task. i never hated anything about you; i just got exhausted from all the negative emotions.
wishes that fell, i have no heart to pick them up and rebuild pieces of my pathetic life all over again.
bruises on my limbs, their colours never change because feelings are choking up the red streams.
eyes that are permanently swollen, i sob day and night.
it's Saturday, November 14, 2009 now