What if I said I give
love so easily because I’m a little too eager?
Because I’m tired of
being lonely for someone else,
Sick of having his
absence written all over my skin
Or I told you my heart
is too heavy for my body to carry?
So my weary feet drag
on the ground
That I’m a better
friend than I’ve ever been a lover?
His distance makes my
heart weak
My mouth can barely
speak
I’m disappearing and
there’s just this loneliness consuming me
Tola stopped writing in her journal and pushed it under her
pillow. She started her day with a regular feeling of exhaustion of living. It
was becoming a tedious chore. She lay back on the bed and let her mind wander
back to the leather seats of his car and his scent as she buried her face in
his shirt while he held her.
