Tears again.
My body wrecked with sobs in the shower so no one can hear me.
My heart bloody and broken, refuses to move on.
My dates ask about your existence and impact on my life. None of them can miss the break in my voice, or the tears that I try to blink away and blame on oak pollen.
I think of you morning, noon, and night. I can’t help but wonder how fair it is to even try to date when I can’t promise them that I can love them. I can’t promise my heart because it isn’t mine. It belongs to you.
Unfortunately, it will always belong to you.
I would give anything to forget.
