Why do i feel so guilty?
It's eating me
He tears my heart away from my chest, taking into his hands, and letting it beat disoriented in his palms.
Slowing pulse
Dying
Until there is nothing left.
I watch it sitting there
no rhythm to dance to, but
The music is still playing.
Senseless noise.
Mere body of music, but music nevertheless.
Portraying a shell of the glory it once was in the dark it once lived.
A heart
My heart
Sitting lonely in his hands.
Deader in the light than the sadness of my chest.
It leaves my body cold.
Unfulfilled.
I want it back.
Why do I want him to put it back?
YOU ARE READING
Mine
אקראיThis are words that become an expression for me. Not all will fit as one; Not all may make a lick of sense. That hold no personal gain. These are words that exist for the sole purpose of saying the things I could never say.
