I smile. I laugh. I joke. I read. I work. It’s all good. It’s all normal. On the outside. The insides are another story. Hidden beneath, in the interstices of my heart. Is the pain. Gut-wrenching. Ruthlessly pecking away at my very core. Like an insect on a deep red flower. Sucking the nectar of joy from my life. My mind in a constant rewind mode. Replaying every hurt. Crying pain. Searing pain. Longing pain. Hurting again and again. A pain that I want to wish away. No way! It is a pain that is as much a part of me As the blood seeping down my veins. Withdrawal from love is painful on the inside. While it's a perfectly normal day on the outside.
Thoughts. Words. Conversations. And more.