from the bottom of my empty heart

All Rights Reserved ©

The Sun is Leaking

I grasp your hand, it's warm and steady.
The sun is shining on us both, and the clouds are hanging low.
I see your face, and it's smiling, shining, sparkling.
It's not everyday you feel this.
Blossoming in your heart, growing to your fingertips.
I don't know if this is real, but as far as I know it might as well be.
Why me?
Why you?
Do you feel the same? I know you do, but.
But.
There is always a "but".
No matter what, there's always a downside. A con. A mistake.
A person. Who just so happens to be me.
I'm not enough for you. I think you know that, I try to tell you every day.
What you describe for the future isn't very soon.
I don't know how to tell you.
I don't know what to say.
But every day, the possibility is increasing.
My heart rate stays the same.
My expression brightens and my grin widens
when I see you coming up the hill.
But I don't feel any different.
I'm the same. There's really nothing there.
Is that normal? Am I broken?
I know I'm not. But why does it feel like I am?
Nothing is fluttering in my stomach.
Is there supposed to be? Or am I just too early?
I mean, we're just so young. Right?
I don't want you to be hurt, because of my own words.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't be forward with you. I'm sorry I joke and laugh and talk instead of think and listen and learn.
(I know you know.)
(I know you'll understand.)
I don't know how to tell you
if I don't know what's real for me and what's not.
But it's not every day you forget what it's like to love.

Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.