He was never mine
Not even when everything was perfect for that short while
And he didn’t even flinch when he said goodbye
And he didn’t even flinch when I begged him to stay
And I don’t think I can ever be whole again.
Because there is a hole in my chest where my heart use to be and it’s what used to make me feel and now I feel nothing. I used to be so happy without even thinking about it. I was just happy, all the time.
Not even in the good days, not even in the bad days, not even a little, not even at all.
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Nicole Hamilton
These are the words I left unspoken.
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She Speaks
Everyone on this god forsaken planet was given a voice. Some can’t figure out how to use it, for the life of them. Others don’t know when to stop using it, and listen. I suppose I follow under both categories, or directly in the middle. At least that’s where I think I would be placed. Growing up I was the youngest of four children, there was enough talking going around that anything I said was quickly disregarded or ignored and yet they wonder why I’m so “introverted.” I have a lot to say, I do. A lot goes through my mind, but more so complex thoughts and deeper conversations than just daily chit chat topics.
By Nicole Hamilton6 years ago in Humans
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