This is what healing feels like

After flood gates open
And things don’t make sense
After compasses broke
And lines became blurry
When your heart took the plunge

This is its retreat

You forget the way his eyes looked
In stark contrast with the dull night
You forget how he made you smile
How he took away your eloquence

It’s not graceful

Your wet sobs soak the pillowcase
Taylor Swift blasts through the speakers

This is pulling yourself together

A bottle of glue in one hand
And a box of tissues in the other

You’re recreating yourself


About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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