It’s this same time last year when you crushed my heart. I felt my insides explode and I became nothing but mush. That blob of being crawled into bed-devastated-unwilling to come up for air. I cocooned my heart and stayed twisted up in my chrysalis.
Those tears I cried and cried were hard to release. I thought if I stayed protected reality couldn’t get me. I could continue to live in my fantasy. In amazement and disbelief I pondered “Am I so unloveable?”
You said desire. Undesirable. As in you didn’t desire. Like I was a piece of moldy cheese that has dropped on the floor. You threw me away. Undesirable.
Time passed and the damage was done. I held onto hope, unwilling to let the dreams of what could have been. A full calendar year of seasons passed and here I am. Small morsels of rotten cheese trailed into the garage. The field mice desired me more than you. So I existed in an unused empty space full of cobwebs. This was my home now.
It’s a cold sunny day in my heart. Bundled up and protected with layer upon of layers from the ice. Still filled with joy and glimmers of possibilities unknown in the spring. If you look close enough you can see I still have life in me, rustling away under sheets of ice. Deep sadness wrapped up in winter cushion. This blob hibernates dormant until it can be reborn a new woman. Desirable..
Only rainy warm spring days ahead;
Only warm spring days ahead;
Only spring days ahead
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