thirteen.

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𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

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a clumsy, tired version of me
laid in his bed
and fixed his heart up
with a patchwork of bandages;

a temporary fix
to a pain that always stings.

here, in this bed,
the walls watch me stay awake
and place band aids to every ache
every second of every day.

my heart never quite mends,
breaks but never bends

and i wish i could say i'm getting better
because sometimes i am

but other times, i place colorful
adhesives to the space in my chest
and wait for the day
where my soul can rest.

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