I was 

Supposed to marry you. 

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I wish we were taking out this mortgage for a place of our own. I wish we still spoke. I wish we still spoke of our plans to move in together. I wish you still loved me. I wish I could still feel your love. I can’t feel it anymore and I’ve never been so cold. 

Quicksand 

No one ever finds me as disappointing and annoying as you do. 

Typically I get along with people and am considered to go with the flow. 

You make me feel like quicksand… like everyone should run or I’ll swallow them. 

Maybe I should so they’ll stay. 

Sticky

Your words are sticky, dripping with gooey sugar crystals. They coat my throat, block my airways and choke my wind pipes. 

I never get to eat sugar, it’s bad for my teeth you say. But sometimes you force it to me and it’s artificially saccharine. Like Splenda. I know it’s not good for me but I still like the taste. Only it’s slightly bitter. 

The move

I cried myself to sleep last night beside him because I’m moving on… 

without you. 

The end of a chapter that tore my heart in half and left me out to bleed.