Rejection Stories

Every time, I struggled to fill in words into our empty spaces that was a gaping wound,

You would leave it deeper than it was.

Every time, I struggled to keep our sentences, alive with commas,

You would end it with a full stop of silence.

My heart had lost hope, cause it was barely surviving on the last bits of the words you promised. Was it so easy, to love, or was it easier to fall out of it, when you knew someone too much?

Was it my fault?

Was I drawing too many boundaries?

Or were you not ready to let me through any of your boundaries?

I have slept, next to a drenched pillow, a half occupied bed, much like how we were now.

It's been months, since, I woke up, feeling happy.

It isn't your fault, it never will be..