Lost

I knew I was taking a huge risk in letting go, and that either I'd be set free or end up breaking my own heart. There's a heaviness in my soul I can't shake, and a sinking sadness smeared across my lips in a striking crimson that begs staring. It feels like years since I ran those hands I dropped tears into through your hair, yet the world is still spinning underneath my feet. I'm still standing here collecting pieces of myself, and saving memories for a stronger time.