There was just your story and my story.
I knew I couldn’t watch you go when my tears decided to blur the sight of you leaving. I didn’t place my heart on your door so you could step on it on your way out. People learn. I have tied my emotions in ribbons so the next time I give my heart to someone, he’ll only ever have it when he decides to tear apart my gift-wrapped walls.
Oil on canvas
Artwork by Roy Rosatase
I’ll let thoughts of him fill the emptiness I’m feeling.
He was my safety net
but I managed to tear through the ropes
breaking myself in landing
this is why you don’t fall too fast
this is why you don’t fall too hard