I'm vulnerable. And 15 minutes ago I told my ex (Valentine) he could come by my mom's. He called last night and left a message, his voice trembling from the news. He knew I was in pain. And he told me things I forgot as soon as they hit my ear drum because my mind couldn't hold them, but their rhythm...their tone was translated as comfort. I appreciate it, even though it doesn't change what happened between us. I guess yesterday I kind of wished I had a man to hold me. Even if it's by the arms of a man I left behind. Belonging to no one makes this feeling suck worse. And I know the silence of Houston will drive me insane.
I'll soak up noise while I have it.
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