She goes through her day like nothing's happened. She doesn't talk about it and her friends don't bring it up. During the day she's happy and moving forward. It seems like nothing can get in her way. She goes to parties and loves the single life. Guys all around her, wanting to be with her, but she smoothly plays it off and continues her new single life. She can't get attached again, she's learned her lesson. A fragile heart that once peaked for a small moment is back in the vault, not trusting a soul.
Her days are full of smiles and laughter. Her nights are exhausting so she has no trouble falling asleep. But her mornings are different. When she wakes up, it's not happiness she feels, and it's not what she wants to feel. Every morning when she wakes up; she misses him. Like nothing in the world matters. She spends most of her mornings in bed just thinking. It hurts because he's gone and all she has left is the "miss" in the morning. Every morning her mornings are bad, never good. She wakes up and goes on with her days, her nights, and her mornings. The cycle goes on.
She parties, she flirts, she enjoys herself. Her days are full and her nights are joyous. She falls asleep with no trouble but she has no idea what is to come the next morning.
When she wakes up, she gets out of bed and she starts her day.
- M. Yang
