pain
it starts in your chest doesn't it?
then it flows to the rest of your body
like an ocean waves
splashing tidal waves inside your bones
washing over your soul
it curls around your fingertips
slipping up and down your arms
dripping down your stomach to your legs
it feels good
it feels numbing
the more splashing and crashing
against your heart
your lungs
your bones
your soul
it feels amazing
the numbness washing you out
the waves settle
it's a calming sensation
a nothingness sensation
then it's 3 in the morning
tears are pouring down your cheeks
pain doesn't exist anymore
it's pure numbness
succumbing to the thudding in your head
the pressure on your heart
then you realize
when did the pain become pleasure
when did the pain surpass
why can't i fix the broken pieces of my body?
when did i left the ocean waves control my beach?
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opinionated - first draft
Poetryto them, i speak too loudly for a girl my thoughts scattered my sense nonexistent to them i'm opinionated, and just not listening to the patriarchy. -w.e.
