Story of my life

I’m plunging downward, suffocating,
But no regrets whatsoever.
I’m falling apart, unraveling at the seam,
But no one cares to ask why.
I force my chapped lips to form a smile,
And the look sinks into my mouth.
I just wish you’d break these matchstick bones,
Ending my misery-instead of prolonging it.
Bring me back to when bodies collide.
Where we both just act on impulse,
And lay numb afterwards…without a care in the world.
Bring me back to happily ever afters, and fairy tales.
Back to when they existed, or at least I assumed so.
My heart is SHATTERED under the pressure
Of this heaving chest and I’m just fine.
It’s my fault I’ve learned.
My fault for wearing my heart on my sleeve,
And expecting the impossible,
When I should have been prepared for the inevitable.
So now I am screaming. The sound is deafening.
You just look and me and tell me to shut up.
And my lungs collapse,
As if at your command.
Such harsh criticisms’ and yet I continue to smile.
Swallow my sighs, my words, everything…
And I’m back to being everything you ever wanted.
My life is nothing more than this,
And these blank pages swallowed by ink smears,
And it is only a story waiting to be told.