Overnight my heart stopped beating.
Shivering, paralysed, I could feel it tense and quiet, sitting in my throat.
The drink wasn’t helping.
It was permanent. That feeling,
it wouldn’t pass, as if I was high for the first time, I curled into a ball and waited.
I’m sure of your secret, insults, I’m sure it’s all well hidden recurrences.
I’m sure my turmoil is unreciprocated.
My eyes remained dry, my sleep distraught, the pain too powerful for tears to run.
This after 3 years of shameful affection.
But oh well, if it disappoints me at least I have these emotions.