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Surprised by how calm I react when that happened.

Well.

At least I am.

Though never considered myself as a good actor.

I did a hella amazing job acting like I’m not hurt at all.

Even putting on a sweet smile.

I can tell by your look.

Just as impressed as I am.

Acting like you didn’t cut my heart open.

Acting like I’m just as calm as you when you leave me.

Acting like I’m happy for you.

And for whomever’s standing next to you.

It still hurts.

Throbbing pain.

To be exact.

Like someone stabbed me.

And stir the knife making it all messy and disgusting inside.

But the tear I was expecting didn’t show up.

I can taste the bitterness in my mouth.

The smile on my face starting to hurt.

The pain from my chest still wants to catch my attention.

Blood coming out from the wounds you left me.

I imagine my soul being so damaged and bloody right now.

All that.

But no tears.

Can I be proud of myself for a moment here?

I don’t want to.

But let’s face it.

I did.

A great job.

Only time until I can kiss goodbye to the pain that’s been haunting me.

Only time.

And I can wait.

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