Sincerely, Jennifer x

Free on the Fourth of July,

fireworks are so silent in comparison to my screaming sobs,

as the tether is cut,

never to be connected again,

and I worry that my heart will forget to beat without you there to remind her.

I was free,

but I didn’t feel like it,

because my bed was empty,

my head was full of questions about what I would do,

with nobody to belong to,

so for a while,

I tried to belong to somebody else,

but it fell apart,

because I was too broken to hold it together,

so the summer came and went,

and I spent most of winter whining and pining for a new face that I’d convinced myself I was in love with.

It wasn’t until July approached again,

and I felt fireworks close to my skin,

that I realised I was meant to be free

I can survive the rest of the summer,

and whatever comes after.