that moment when you remember what happened and every part of you feels like it’s being ripped to shreds and you keep telling yourself to forget, to forget, but you can’t so you just sit there, aching, wishing someone, anyone, would come and hold you till the memory passes and the pain has faded but no one is there so you just sit there numb and alone.
I don’t miss you or us at all. And I’m not sad or hurt because we aren’t together. I’m hurting because I gave all of me to a person I thought I could trust, and then you left me, stranded missing a part of myself. Because when you left you took that part of me with you. You left and stole something that doesn’t belong to you. That’s why I’m broken and hurting.
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.