My mind reaches out for the hands
Of the memories you gifted me,
But instead it catches the aches
That you bestowed upon my heart.I try to tell myself,
"No you didn't leave me",
But the scars on my heart tell otherwise.And so I whisper to myself:
"You did leave me."
All the whilst trying and failing to mend the
Shattered pieces of my heart
together.
It seemed as though I was
piecing it together
with Band-Aids.And so I cry to myself, violently shivering,
Wishing that my heart would stop bleeding.
"Broken hearted are the
survivors of catastrophes."
I try to make myself believe in
those heavy words.And I wipe away at my wet salted cheeks.
Just when my heart sobs,
"Then why does it feel like I didn't make it to
the shore?"
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eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poetry[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...