And when it was over I still held my body tight
For I’ve learned never exhale too early
Let’s see how hard the other shoe drops
Is it really ever truly over?
Or will it come back to bite you 5 years later?
I don’t feel I can trust these things anymore
A shitty place to be
I dont exhale
I dont relax
I don’t believe it
Because things have a way of blindsiding you
And I’m so tired of being caught off guard and hurt
Falling to pieces, barely surviving
All because I let out my breath and thought it was over
Posted with freefall writing from prompts in the Creative Writing Facebook community https://www.facebook.com/groups/213087289131266/?ref=share
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