He holds me the same way he holds his phone as if I'm just something to entrain him for a few minutes. As if my heart has no meaning. It's just a part. He holds me the same way he holds his coffee as if I am just something to wake him up. Just something to make him realize he is alive. He wears me like a watch something he forgets he has on. Something that just makes him look better. Something that there is actually no need for. His words mean nothing as if I'm just someone he's talking to in line to past time. His complements have no depth as if I am not something he thinks about all the time. He looks at me as if I am just a stranger on an elevator nothing more nothing less. Counting down the numbers, counting down the seconds till he can get off of this bloody mess. He'll take my heart. He'll fold it into his back pocket he'll throw those pants into the back of his closet and it will be forgotten as if I didn't rip it out of my chest in order for him to have it as if he didn't ask to have it.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
