Soft in the Middle

by Shelby Eileen

God, I feel free because I don’t feel empty without you all the time -anymore

how do you mourn the loss of a love you never spoke out loud never felt with your own two hands?

have an awful bad habit of running away and expecting people to follow like they’re attached to my heels an awful bad habit far too hopeful and damaging for a girl who cracks so detrimentally at the thought of being turned away from

finding some kind of peace elsewhere wanting what you couldn’t have with me needing to feel wanted and letting someone else want you more completely than I ever could