broken
This chest falls heavy with each breath.
Longing to escape proximity with the heart that won’t stop complaining.
Begging for love,
Craving to feel once more,
To be alive again…
As I do.
Poison injected into these pulsing veins,
Running ice cold throughout this lifeless frame.
I’ve tried so hard to pick up these broken pieces….
Arranging and rearranging until it the puzzle fit just right…
But it doesn’t work that way.
I’m shattered, and tired of trying.
Sweep these shards into a jar….
Pieces of my heart….
That I don’t need anymore.
I have found that life truly is all about perspective. Finding your way to the proper one.. difficult.
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It’s okay. Time has a way of taking time, but wounds heal. You’re beautiful. You’ll be loved again, and with time, you’ll love again. It’s just how these things go. Best of luck. Happy Thanksgiving.
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Some days are better than others, but truth be told, I’m a bit broken too. I guess it’s nearly endemic to our generation. It’s the happy, well adjusted people that are ****ed up. Haha. Thanks for your note. It’s nice to know that my lame rantings aren’t just to myself…
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