Trapped In The Margins

There’s a bittersweet feeling that fills my chest.

My lungs collapse and I feel every single breath.

It’s the words of a man who claims to be a lover.

A lover that I don’t want.

A lover that I need.

His proposition terrifies me.

It hasn’t even been a month since my forever love fell apart.

Now there’s another.

I should take time to heal instead of running headfirst into hell.

But a woman has wants.

Needs that must be satisfied.

My head and heart are battling it out.

Which one will lose?