Somewhere and do not remember when I wrote it:
I cried myself to sleep again, but not because of the obvious.
I finally allowed myself to feel and the pain hit me like a bullet aimed straight for and then lodged in my heart.
I have experienced heartbreak.
But I pride myself on never having fallen for any man and keeping my emotions guarded, so why does it come from friends?
I suppose I cannot be the keeper of my own emotions, yet I stll try.
I cried myself to sleep again, but not because of the obvious.
I finally allowed myself to feel and the pain hit me like a bullet aimed straight for and then lodged in my heart.
I have experienced heartbreak.
But I pride myself on never having fallen for any man and keeping my emotions guarded, so why does it come from friends?
I suppose I cannot be the keeper of my own emotions, yet I stll try.