I feel like I keep getting dumped over and over again.


I feel like I keep stepping up to be punched in the stomach. My heart races and tears try to fall out and it gets harder to breathe. I try to think about who I can turn to but I just fall forward and collapse. And then everything is warm memories and a pain in the way your heart beats.

When I get better, when I manage to pick myself back up, I become a moth and flutter back for more. My feelings are persistent. They don't have a bedtime. They don't have a preference for indoors or outdoors.

They lay in wait inside memories that mean the most. And I don't think they'll ever go away.