And the salty tears of brokenhearted women everywhere flowed through me
And I wanted to throw my limp body at his feet
And I wanted to throw it at the wind
And I felt so lost
I’ve never felt so lost.
And my grip was too tight
And yet too loose to hang on
And why can’t I find the air
And why do I feel broken
And why do I love his body beside mine
And why does it melt me to see his face
And why do I want him by my side so much
And why does this hurt so much
Why?
– Nisha Moodley