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I have an empty hole inside of me,

And I don’t know how to fill it.

I find myself

Wishing there was something

That happened in my past.

Something that would

Help me explain why

I feel this way.

Can you have a broken heart without being in love?

‘Cause that’s how it feels.

It’s like my heart is broken—shattered.

And I need help repairing it. 

But to fix my heart means

It will be easier to break

Next time.

And I don’t think I can stand the pressure.

I wish I could fall in love.

I want to know what it’s like to fall

Head-over-heels for someone.

I want to trip

And not feel the need to push out my hands

Because I know my love will catch me.

And hold me.

And keep me safe.

But I will never be in love,

Because I am empty.

And no one falls in love with a shell.

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 I think of this as thoughts put into a poem shape. This also does not have a rhyme scheme to it. I hope it still flows well since it was so easy to write. What do you think?

~Mikaila <|:3 

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