Nicole Johnson

I tossed and turned all night.
My heart nearly leapt through my chest as my mind spun me senseless.
Your words replayed over and over again as I tried to forget them.
My heart is heavy today as I remembered what was and could have been.
As the sweat trickled down my forehead I perceived you for who you once were.
Happy and unafraid, yet now as I gazed into the eyes of a familiar stranger, confusion washed over me.
The overwhelming sensation was like Novocaine and I felt nothing.
Happy pictures began to surface as the strangers baring their teeth stared back at me.
A heart once filled with hope now reeked of blackened deceit.
I’m wounded, but not weak.
A cat always lands on its feet.