i clutched at my own smile,
trying to rip off the grin.
i left marks down my face
along the torn up skin.i clutched at broken promises
as i fell out of the sky.
a shooting star with no wish
and no means to cry.
i clutched at every memory of you
i'd photographed in my head.
ripping them apart,
till the papers bled.
but most of all, i clutched at my heart
to cease its insufferable beating.
a creature with no regard
for such little meaning.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️