for the tarnished hearts

𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆

i'm happy these days but i was just in a sad poetry mood and got in my feels for like 15 minutes for whatever reason lmao here's a little poem for u <3

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cold winds

howl in the hollows

you left behind.

there are no words to fill in

this you-shaped space

and all my failed poems

lie like bricks on my tongue,

unfinished, shallow, and unable to be swallowed.

i paint my midnights with your memory

and tell the yawning sky

yet another tale—

it's heard it all and cannot be bothered

by my mortal aching.

thousands have ached before me

and i am not a split second in this long stretch of time

(it is a comfort and a curse to us all)

my pain feels like something born from me

but it's old and weary and has travelled

through many hearts before finding mine.

i cry in my bathtub

but, just once, peer over the porcelain

to find we're all floating

in this vast ocean of tears, disconnected.

curled up in our bathtubs

waiting for the final, deciding wave.

i want to split open my chest

just to feel again.

pry apart the metal with numb hands

just to unknot all the technicolor wires

and replace what is rusted

because i am more creation than human

and there is nothing left to bleed.