I lay on my mattress were my bones used to dig within, and I feel proud
As I feel a layer of soil beneath me, the mattress springs barely even touch my skin.
The whole feeling of forgetting what feeling felt like and the feeling of forgetting what you felt like.
Now all I want is to remember how you felt but I haven't felt you yet.
Something new, coming.
Something old, vanishing.
And I will say this from the start-
I am okay with fresh starts if happiness and joy.
I am okay with smiling because I fucking want to smile again.
I am okay with people noticing how happy I am since I met you.
Because there is something beautiful about a human soul making a mark on another and I'm finding there's nothing more beautiful than your eyes.
The springs I used to touch were full of lies
Misery
And lost trust.
But I can start breathing again.
A.K
