it's empty in the valley of your heart
title: it's empty in the valley of your heart
rating/word count:T/425
one line summary: This cannot be it, I know it can't be.
notes: more. feedback is ♥
....
What if?
It's a silly little game she plays when the quiet eats away at her mind.
What if?
She leaves tear stains on her pillow case, hooks her legs over to the cool side of the bed.
The empty side. The left of her, the spot closest to her heart.
She used to put so much importance on that space in her life. That it would just magically fill itself into a warm body and a soft landing for her heart.
She's older now but still none the wiser.
She still thinks its going to happen.
What if?
Well, what if it does?
Her great loves in life go by the names of Ben & Jerry.
She's a pathetic excuse for a woman, for a human being.
But she knows it, brands herself with ten extra pounds of cushion, and a pair of acid wash mom jeans from Sears.
Don't you need to be a mom to wear those?
I...I...
Her excuses run thin, watery, until they slide away, into nothing.
What if?
Her heart hums, beats like a wild drum in her chest, a man notices her.
So what if it's over the computer?
So what if she's thirty-seven and has no idea what love really is?
What if?
Yes, sweetheart what if?
Three months after meeting and falling head over heels in love with Jerry.
(There's some irony there, isn't there?)
Her bank accounts are completely drained, and her heart is completely and utterly broken.
What if?
It's soft, a whisper, only a little ounce of hope left in it.
What if it was a mistake?
What if he really loves me and this is just?
Her words run away from her as a tear slides down her cheek.
Her bathroom floor is neither a comfort or a solace.
Instead it's empty and cold and reminds her of what her soul must look like.
She shutters at the touch of the tile on her skin, lets her tears pile on to a puddle on the floor.
What if?
Her medicine cabinet lay barren and all she could do is lay there.
What if this just a dream?
And what if I wake up and...
This cannot be it, I know it can't be.
She closes her eyes, sleep seems to whisper a secret into her ear, urges her to come away with him.
And she does.
What if? -They might as well write it on her gravestone.
It's all ready tattooed to her heart, long after it's last beat.
What if?
fin
rating/word count:T/425
one line summary: This cannot be it, I know it can't be.
notes: more. feedback is ♥
....
What if?
It's a silly little game she plays when the quiet eats away at her mind.
What if?
She leaves tear stains on her pillow case, hooks her legs over to the cool side of the bed.
The empty side. The left of her, the spot closest to her heart.
She used to put so much importance on that space in her life. That it would just magically fill itself into a warm body and a soft landing for her heart.
She's older now but still none the wiser.
She still thinks its going to happen.
What if?
Well, what if it does?
Her great loves in life go by the names of Ben & Jerry.
She's a pathetic excuse for a woman, for a human being.
But she knows it, brands herself with ten extra pounds of cushion, and a pair of acid wash mom jeans from Sears.
Don't you need to be a mom to wear those?
I...I...
Her excuses run thin, watery, until they slide away, into nothing.
What if?
Her heart hums, beats like a wild drum in her chest, a man notices her.
So what if it's over the computer?
So what if she's thirty-seven and has no idea what love really is?
What if?
Yes, sweetheart what if?
Three months after meeting and falling head over heels in love with Jerry.
(There's some irony there, isn't there?)
Her bank accounts are completely drained, and her heart is completely and utterly broken.
What if?
It's soft, a whisper, only a little ounce of hope left in it.
What if it was a mistake?
What if he really loves me and this is just?
Her words run away from her as a tear slides down her cheek.
Her bathroom floor is neither a comfort or a solace.
Instead it's empty and cold and reminds her of what her soul must look like.
She shutters at the touch of the tile on her skin, lets her tears pile on to a puddle on the floor.
What if?
Her medicine cabinet lay barren and all she could do is lay there.
What if this just a dream?
And what if I wake up and...
This cannot be it, I know it can't be.
She closes her eyes, sleep seems to whisper a secret into her ear, urges her to come away with him.
And she does.
What if? -They might as well write it on her gravestone.
It's all ready tattooed to her heart, long after it's last beat.
What if?
fin