What if I held my heart
Cupped in my hands
Like a broken blue jay
And just felt it beat?
Will it remind me that
I'm alive and still living
And reassure me
That I am human?
Will my heartbeat soothe me
Like a lullaby to a crying child,
A song that brings me back
To that nostalgic ignorance?
Would it's warmth bring me back
To the times where you held me,
The way I felt when
You smiled with your eyes
And said you loved me
Without any words?
Would it drip like spring rain
Delicately off my hands
Or would it make a puddle
Like tears in my palms?
Would I drop it
Carelessly as it shattered
Like mirror shards
Reflecting myself in it's pieces?
Would I be gentile
Cradling it like it was everything
I could ever wish to possess?
What if I held my heart
Admiring a piece of myself
That I'd claimed to be broken
When it was just bruised?
Would I look at myself
Differently, respectfully
Happy with the person I was?
Would it change me
Make me better
Or just the same?
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Dark Poetry
PoesiaThis is a collection of my venting/darker poetry. Some may contain triggering material or swear words, so here's a warning for that. I'll post a new poem whenever I can! Feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.
