#if you leave
I died in your room.
That fateful night I died lying on those grey sheets with the lavender walls enclosing me in.
I died to the rhythm of your heartbeat and to the sound of your whispers. I died to your warm skin pressed up against mine.
Some would say that I died peacefully, but in reality I became the walking dead. That room, your touch, your kisses and embrace picked away at my soul. The safety I felt with you? Well that snatched the life out of me.
We are no longer in contact and maybe it’s for the best. What I do know is that my soul in trapped inside of your room, waiting to be let free.
- She is Resilient
I caved and let you in. You took a short look around and promptly left without closing the door behind you. No explanation, no promises to come back. You were gone in an instant.
So here I am standing by the doorway - completely frozen because I never do this. I don’t let people in, but I made an exception for you.
This very exception has cost me my sense of safety within the confines of my guarded heart.
All I could think is that this is why I don’t let people in - they just leave
She is Resilient