I clasp my hands together, and close my eyes.
I do something I haven't done in years: I pray
I ask that my mind stop collecting thoughts of you, stop storing memories of your laugh, your smile, your voice, I ask that I no longer yearn for your arms circling my waist and tucking me into your warmth.
I ask for days where I don't think of the what ifs, and could have been if we were something more, I ask for these feelings to dissipate, to quit lingering as if you'd fall into my life
I thought it was worth it, waiting for you.
Turns out I wasn't waiting, I was frozen, watching from the sidelines as you enjoyed your life
While I had nothing to show
I lost all of me looking at you, hoping you'd look at me too
So I'm deleting my code, and starting from scratch
You're still worth it, I know
But I'm worth more
YOU ARE READING
a thought too many
Short StoryA collection of thoughts that roam my head a little too late at night and sometimes during the day. Can you relate?
