You're the only person I know who could break a heart while mend a wounded soul,
How do you do it all without looking at me?
I've never felt this way before,
I'm stitched up but a different place splits and bleeds.
Bleeding, bleeding love and empty nights,
Breathing, not breathing, I suffocate under my own might.
It hurts too much to breathe,
When I'm sitting here wishing this wasn't how it came to be.
A song that describes my hurt on repeat, over and over again,
The pattern of my life never seems to break.
Even now I struggle to find the words to express myself.
Odd, I know what I feel, but my voice belongs to somebody else.
My heart has pretty, broken beats since the day I met you,
Not sure how, but you fixed me while you softly yet slowly broke me in two.
I still think about your jokes and expressions,
How a simple word you say stirs up a thousand emotions.
I still tell myself I'm just fine without you in my life,
Yet everyday you linger in the back of my mind.
It's only been thirteen days since my letters to you came to an end,
I fight the feeling to start with them again.
I feel the butterflies when I think of every little thing about you,
But I can't find the courage to look at you,
But when I do,
I'm stitched yet ripped in two.
You're the only person I know who could break a heart while mend a wounded soul,
How do you do it all without looking at me?
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Letters From The Heart
PoetryFrom the thoughts in your mind to the feelings buried deep down within you, "Letters from the Heart" is a collection of poems based upon the themes of love, romance, heartbreak, tragedy, life, the internal struggles of the mind, and more. With a tot...
