This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Rowan chapter.
For now
I’ll sob into notebooks
because I can’t speak
the words I’m thinking.
I’ll collect them as memoirs
of a broken-hearted girl
who walks the beach
hand-in-hand with a lover.
For now
I’ll say that I’m sorry,
though I don’t quite have a reason.
I’ll not feel at ease,
just dance around the notions,
listen to Neck Deep
‘til I’m no longer drowning.
For now
I’ll bite my tongue,
let the thoughts pour
like rain on a sunny day,
loud and sudden.
I’ll fight the tears and plan my future,
ensure I’m on to something more–
to know I’m not just breathing.