Lost

“We all lose ourselves. But those who find themselves were never truly lost to begin with. They were just wandering aimlessly” – Unknown

Somewhere in the cloud of cigarette smoke and empty liquor bottles, she lies helplessly waiting for someone to pull her out of pity. She’s drowning her sorrows in spirts whilst losing herself with every sip she takes. The glass shattered around her and with every shard of glass was a piece of her soul which he took from her. She spiralled as she watched him leave her again. But like always, he came back and begged for her to let him back in. Only this time there was nothing left for him to break. Be it her heart or choices, they were taken away as if it meant nothing at all.

He lays awake staring at the ceiling waiting for any kind of communication from her, knowing he won’t get any response at all. He knows how he broke her one last time, but he also knew it was one solid piece. He could’ve been selfish and shattered her completely but he chose to do it in a single stroke of heartbreak. His words were harsh and loose but at the time it was the only thing he knew he could do. He loved her but he could never hurt her the way a relationship would’ve. So he did the only logical thing and broke away from his girl.

They both wait for the days to turn into nights so it becomes acceptable to drink again. Neither of them touch their phones to talk to one another, in fear of the response that could be waiting for them. Neither of them wanted to be the one to break the ice. Until she did. Lonely and broken, she finally reached for her phone and crafted that simple message that sparked their relationship once more. They choose now to let it grow and bloom like a flower in spring. So full and vibrant, a symbol of passion and hope. Knowing they now have each other once again.