Author Information
You Were Falling
Folder:
Musings of a Broken Heart You were falling and it wasn't for me. It was obvious. She was pretty. She was nice. She was there. I saw it before you but was too hopeful, too attached to point it out. The more you talked about her, the less you gave me attention. I watched as something I cared about so much slowly unravelled. And I was helpless to stop it. I tried not to smother you. I tried to be more attentive. I wanted to be the good girl you wanted without compromising myself. I tried to not feel as tied to you, but it was useless. I had fallen and there was no hope of being caught. I was going to hit the ground, and I was going to be alone.
So sitting here, nursing my wounds, I try in vain not to cry. I hope that maybe you'll notice, but I know you won't. You'll think I've moved on so quickly. You won't see how I limp or how I cringe when I hear certain songs or phrases. You won't hear my voice catch on your name or the crying that escapes my room for nights to come. You won't see, hear, or know any different unless you ask. So you won't ask because you know I won't lie. And you can't take hearing how you tore me to shreds.
