Jen's Journal

There’s a buzzing in my ears tonight.

My feet are on the edge of the bed.

My back is turned to the one I love.

I’m annoyed, but not at them.

It annoys me how much small things get to me.

Why does keeping things inside feel like my chest is on fire?

I wish I were better at communicating.

It’s not that I don’t know what to say,

It’s just that I know I’ll cry when I say it.

But then I feel your hand on my back and I’m reminded

That we’ll get through this. That you’ll be patient.

That you’ll be here.

Here’s to hoping.