It Was Fun While It Lasted.

It was fun while it lasted.

I can taste it, my heart's breaking, please don't say it

The floor seemed wonderfully solid.

It was comforting to know that i had fallen and could fall no further.

If I fall, I should get back up?

What if I want a minute on the floor?

On most days, it’s me and my illness of being painfully aware.

I belong to you

In my solitude, it's just me and these intricate things. I won't call this feeling home, yet I feel this is where I belong. In this space, where I lie amidst these scattered notebooks on my bed, in the light of my antique lamp, trying to word out my feelings, this is where I belong.

Little do I know that, being alone feels good, but it never feels right, not to me at least. I might not feel the same tomorrow when I wake up. Maybe I would end up feeling like a loner but, right now, I feel complete and I think that's enough, for now.

i'm proud to say, i've mastered self-comforting over time. i've learned to cry alone, give my own shoulder a pat, wipe my own tears and convince myself that everything's gonna be fine whenever the world weighs me down. the consoling that i can give myself is the one that i need