AHEAD

His words cut the deepest wounds in my fragile flesh.

My vulnerability of attempting to clean up the blood was only

failed by missed calls and fits on unbearable confusion.

A sever so deep that it left my bones exposed,

that not even a stitch could heal. 

He walked away with my questions left unanswered and a 

conscious filled to the brim with insecurities.

If you asked him how he felt, he'd probably look away in fear of

exposing any emotion. A coward hidden beneath his layers too afraid

to convince, even himself, that it's okay to mourn.

He was always 5 steps ahead of me,

dreaming of the next place he could be.

And whilte I tried running as fast as I could to catch up,

hanging onto the little breath that I had,

 

 

I always stayed behind,

rag in hand,

 

 

 

cleaning up the blood.  

                                                   orion carloto