Ink Stained Soul…

I used to call. When my world felt unstable, your voice was the one that quieted my mind. I chased after you, thinking it mattered. I used to think it was just commitment that you never wanted, when it was just me. These months of silence with your new relationship forced me to see that while I was in love, you were waiting for someone to come along. I cried myself to sleep for 117 nights. Heavy in grief. I was never really free. It came and went; it changed me.