You are a part of me.
You have build your home in my veins and sometimes I find in you in between those lines I put on my arm. You are the pores of my skin and the nights I have cried so hard I have lost my voice for days. You are the ghost in my nightmare who wakes me up every morning and the sugar cubes in my cold tea that dissolve more quickly than they should. You are cold slamming winds of the city and dark skies that never seem to go away. You are the voices that stay in my head while I'm doing math and you are the reflection in mirror when I go to the bathroom at night. You are the pretty chemicals that look so beautiful and burn so good and you are the fragile bloodied goats heart we dissected in Biology. You are the numbers I receive at the end of the year and you peek out at me from beneath the 1's and the 2's and the A's and the B's. You are the taste of tears on my lips and my screams when I pound at bathroom walls when your face begins to pop in my head too often. You are all the boys with the charming smiles I'll never be friends with and you are all the girls with pretty bodies that I'll never talk to. You are the scar shaped like a broken constellation on my thumb and you are all the pathetic melodies of the world. You are a cliche from one of those Wattpad stories and in a sort of way I am too.
You are everything I have lost. And you are a part of me. And you are a part of me.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
Poetry"You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge." - Charles Bukowski Just snippets of stories I can't seem to get out of my head. All cover credit goes to the wonderful @mydearcc
