heartbreak is
begging your chest
not to break amid
a listzomaniac rush
a prosaic throbbing
a treachery stuck in your ribs
begging to be held
like it doesn’t hurt
heartbreak is
a site of buried
lavender lithiums
asking for a eulogy
but silence is equally
as oppressive
it is your body
betraying you
like a city undone
by its smokes
It is a quiet word
not a poem
because poems are
beautiful despite
the pain
and this isn’t
This isn’t
—heartbreak, a feeling I sometimes mistaken as love
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an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
