journal fifteen.

When did you know you were done?

And why didn’t you tell me then?

Was it while I carved our initials in trees?

You waited until I carved it in my skin.

While I dreamt of you as I slept

And spoke your name into the wind,

You left my presence behind closed doors

While your thoughts danced around with sin.

While I took notes of things you loved,

Did you see me only as a friend?

When did your lullabies for me grow empty?

When did you lose your affection?

When my mind begins to wander,

I’m betrayed by all that could have been.

Would I still bet my trust on us

Knowing, in the end, we’d never win?

Published by Brittany Given

Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around.

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