There was a time when love was untrue to me and I was lonely every day – all day.
I remember the tears I embraced and the pain my heart accepted, never to open again.
There was a fear of never feeling again, and it consumed me.
I was tired, exhausted.
My bed was the only place I could go to and it absorbed my sadness.
It took me as I was, un-showered and constantly crying.
For so long before, my existence had been defined by someone outside myself.
Someone who did not care for me, let alone know me.
And I was driven to please him.
Forgetting who I was and where I came from.
When he let me go, I let go of me too.
For a long time.
But, I guess that is what happens when you consume yourself with someone
who does not consume themselves with you.