from all the times you broke my heart
the nights you left me crying
not even bothering to check up on me
all the past experiences
each and every one
each painful memory
coming together to form a clear image
a knife
which truthfully represented you
and even though we drifted apart
the knife only got closer
held against my heart
ready to stab into me
at the slightest of feelings
and sometimes
when my heart was heavy with pain
grief and sorrow
weighing down in my chest
all i wanted was the knife to stab it
so it could release the pain
and leave me light hearted
but the stabbing pain
only comes
when you least expect it.
sometimes
on unlucky days
it wedges itself in my heart
and twists and turns
leaving a ruthless pain
throbbing in my chest
and decides not to come out
until the waves of sadness have passed
the knife is always there
ready to shoot at any moment
and like any knife
it only takes a little bump
or slight movement
to slip out of grasp
and accidentally pierce flesh
deep and twisted inside my heart
an aching pain
that never seems to go away
but this pain is nothing
compared to the heartache
you caused me.
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breathe ⇒ poetry
Poesiealexithymia (ah-lek-sah-THI-mee-ah) - inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. " the best poems are written in the early morning when all you can see is darkness and your eyes are filled with tears " [aesthetic poems, stories through p...
