My Words – by Grâce Ndjako
Completely vulnerable, I had let myself be completely vulnerable.
I sensed it as I wrote it, realized it as I send it and regretted it when I didn’t get a response.
“Did he read it? What is he thinking? How does he feel? Is he freaking out?”
But nothing happened.
My heart bled, my heart felt.
I had let myself have feelings that went unanswered,
Wrote down words he apparently didn’t want or need to hear.
I went through an array of emotions,
After the pain came the pride and vain regret.
He had wounded my vanity.
I had wasted these words, I could never use them again.
I later realized that though addressed to him, they were never his
The words were and have always been mine.
My heart bled, my heart felt