All I wanted, was to wrap myself inside of your arms and lay my head on your chest.
I wanted you to tell me that it was all going to be alright.
But it wasn’t, was it? It was never going to be alright again.
This was it. The fairytale was over.
I stood there, eyes brimming with tears. Wanting to say something but no words would come out of my mouth.
I was dumbfounded. Stuck in a void.
This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. This had to be a dream. A nightmare.
You looked up at me, a sneer snaking across your face.
You didn’t even have to say anything and the tears began to fall.
How did you have this much power over me?
Why did I crumble under your gaze alone?
Maybe there was still time for me to fix this. This couldn’t be it?
You just had to hear me out, hear my side of the story. Understand why it happened.
And maybe then you wouldn’t have to go.
Maybe then you wouldn’t leave me.
We could fix this and start again. We could start again and not make the same mistakes.
You picked up your now full bag and placed your key on the dressing table.
Without looking at me you left the room.
With each footstep, as you descended down the stairs, my heart broke a little bit more.
I stood in the corner, long after you had gone. Your scent still ripe in the air.
What if’s and maybe’s floating around my head.