Nancy Hernandez

“I’ve turned waiting into a form of art. Tied twisted lines around my broken heart. To keep me hanging on for one more day. I’ve painted on a crooked smile. Hung the tears to dry awhile. Because I knew that you’d come back to stay. But my … arms are empty. And my … heart’s in pieces. And my … soul is twisting. And my … throat is aching. Because I’ve finally woken up to find: That I’ve been Left Behind. The”
― Kasie West, P.S. I Like You