Prompt #9

“Everything I touch feels light and weightless, and then the moment I can hold it to keep it, to get to know it - When I can somehow get close to it,, it’s gone. And then I’m alone with my thoughts all over again,”

It’s hard loving something that’s not yours to love. Especially when that something made you love it. Made you dig deep into your emotions, tear down your walls, and open up your heart just for it. Only to tell you in the end that you were never even in the running for it’s love. You were just something to pass the time.

I’m tired of feeling like I’m being lied to but when I ask for explanations somehow I’m the bad guy…

I don’t remember the time where were as bad as now. I cannot see any escape but it’s okay