I stand staring at my beating heart
Yes the one that beats for you
I try to stuff it back into the hole left in my chest
But it just falls out from the other side
You'd think tears would fall from my face but I feel nothing
No sorrow
No pain
No boredom
No tiredness
No joy
No happiness
Nothing
Ever since you left
Ever since you dropped the heart I gave you
I became a husk
Unsure how to even live
My arms feel to heavy to lift yet my body feels as light as a feather
I think I could fly if I tried
But you would be sad if I tried
wouldn't you
So I'll just keep trying to put my heart back
Because that's what you would want
Right?
You'd want me to go on
So even if I'm a husk
Even if I never recover
Even if I'll never know the feeling of happiness
I'll keep going
With my memories of you
To replace the heart that's no longer mine
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
Little blobs of literally nothing, except for part 13
Короткий рассказJust some short stories that may or may not be bad, as well as things that pop up in my head.
