a difficult task- hellish, if i might say, for
how do i explain heartbreak to those
who have never even been in love
in the first place?
how do i speak of the boy
who tugs at my heartstrings
when i catch a glimpse of him, knowing that
he played me like a puppet on strings?
i know naught of how to pretend
that i am cold, that i am unfeeling
when the sight of him breaks my heart
and the sound of his voice tears into me.
how could he be so okay without me
when i am so fractured from the loss of him?
how could he go on smiling throughout the day
when i'm barely able to keep myself from crying?
and when we catch eyes from across the room
do you still remember what we used to be?
we used to sit together, inseparable, but now
we're light years away from each other.
does your heart feel heavy
like mine does too?
or have you moved on
like i wish i could, too?
9/4/22
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《headspace》
Poesíasometimes, the world gets too much and i can't help but feel inundated. so i cope in a way where the words flow uninhibited and my thoughts run free. this is a graveyard, and herein lies all the things that i can never say aloud. poetry by astoria_...
