the heart trembles and leaps and jumps to my throat, twisting my words and blocking my breath. an ocean has gathered where my blood should be in my arteries, a tsunami flooding my thoughts and drowning the logic that tries to float, 'this is dangerous. it's silly. it's not worth it.'
but that disloyal organ has already sprung from my split-open chest and into someone else's and i'm begging with shivering words, 'please take care of this piece of me.'
the heart does not pity my immersion into the depths of treachery and i'm barely treading the water trapped under my skin. it's calling out from the grasp of someone else, 'fool, fool. it's going to take so long to stitch me back together.'
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
