@zamarripa0718v: Nikita Gill writes in Naarateev- Womanhood: Even the day must let go of the sun And allow the light to disappear, So the darkness can love for a while. The only way out of grief is through it. How else does one make way for dawns, And new beginnings where healing smiles? 😭😭😭😭 And she is right. Sleepless nights and an aching heart. Can I even recognize the scars left by each of my past lovers? Maybe not… it’s all a blend of pain one story molding to the next. So I lay awake reading myself to another place… one where I am stronger, where my mind isn’t so inundated with thoughts. Are these even mine? I can’t recognize them at all. I’m just waiting for these planets to realign. Using this deadly silence to suffocate feelings I can’t even comprehend. These feelings can’t possibly be mine… Was my imagination running wild? The words you spoke to me last… The gentle voice that cut me deep… A smile that hypnotized me… The soft lips on my face, the last kiss that left me in a state of pain. A pain I’ve learned to hide very well. Until it resurfaced on a random Tuesday morning while I made coffee and threw that cup across the kitchen. Little pieces scattered on the floor. Tears leaving my eyes as I managed to pick up everything but my dignity from the ground. My body turning into a grave along with all the flowers that bloomed for you… And now, I’m slowly picking out the weeds. Knowing it was better for me to leave I abandoned the ship before you took me to your depths. Letting these waves carry me back to a safe shore. Catching my breath with every hit Knowing and recognizing now, that all these feelings I’m carrying are not only my own… like an anchor hanging from my chest, you swiftly placed them there. Before we said our farewells.

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