kikibee78

Healing comes in waves.

Uneven. Unexpected. Unpredictable.

Some days I feel myself again. It’s easier to smile.

I marvel at our ocean, reminisce for a while.

How safe I felt within your depth, how warm the water seemed.

We sank together, lost at sea… adrift in tender dreams.

Unknown. Unafraid. Unreal.

Other days I lay on my kitchen floor, unwilling to move an inch.

Envying the dust bunnies that lurk beneath my fridge.

They make hiding look so easy, tucked safely out of sight.

Dirty, hidden secrets… never seen in the light.

Unbothered. Unbroken. Unharmed.

But I am not a dust bunny.

I am just a girl who loved the wrong boy.

I was your plaything. A fantasy. A temporary toy.

I was