June 17th, 2021
There is a hole in my heart. It's no bigger than the size of a pinky finger nail. And I think you're right about a lot of things, but if I admit it, what leg do I have to stand on? I loved your whole heart with my hole heart, and it was a memory worth making. You were worth every second. And now every second onwards, this tiny hole in my heart will remind me what it means to not look back. No matter how bad I want to turn around, run into your arms, rekindle our warmth, intertwine our lives once more-I can't. I think your whole heart deserves recognition. And my hole heart deserves some rest. But my heart doesn't have eyes to close, and your heart doesn't want it enough. So we go fiercely on, walking different paths and leading different lives. There are things left written and unsent, thought and unsaid. I will never have the time or energy to explain what it was that hurt me. But I believe you and I are always one heartbeat away from disastrously colliding one more time.
R.K.
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Holeheart
PoetryI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
