ginettebinda
It's just not fair. I shouldn't be forced to be in a place I'm unhappy in. If I have other options, why can't I go? Where's the complexity? I don't want to stay bonded to some place I do not consider home. That's where I should really be. Home. I want to be home. This is not home.
Just when I figured I needed one more simple welt for my shattered heart, he came right back and un sewed every single piece I have spent forever trying to fix. He doesn't even try, and I never ever could have figured this man would be the reason I would never be the same again. he changed me in way I never could have imagined. And here I am, trying more and more to forget about him, his silhouette haunts my every move.
The flowers on the grass were wilting, representing what I felt inside. Everything around me seemed to mock me. I couldn't escape the feeling. I've never felt so dead. Just like the flowers.
As I walked down the street, I saw every flower wilting. It felt as if it mocked me, representing what I feel inside. They were brown, crunchy, and on the floor completely shattered. Just like me. It was unescapable.