Emotional Sale

What am I to do with all these emotions? I wish there was a garage sale, a car boot where you could go and sell your feelings. £1.99 for a handful of frustration. £2 for a glimpse of my fragile heart. For £5 I’ll let you cradle it in your palms. But baby hold it gently. If you can hurt it this bad without seeing it, I’m afraid in your hands I’d be crushed. Crushed under the weight of your grief. Your regret. Your own self-hatred, low self-esteem, doubt, worry. Crushed under all the brokenness of you. And there I’ll lay. Dust at your feet. And you’ll tread on me, like you crunch the leaves of autumn. Walking off at your quick pace. Where are you always running to anyway. Why are you in such a rush to get anywhere but here?

Inspiration/Note to self

You have brains in your head.

And words in your heart.

You can go anywhere.

You only have to start.