Amidst storms, your arms kept my legs steady on the ground,
and when I broke down at 4 AM, you held my face in your hands,
and we breathed together until our hearts beat in rhythm, the only thing keeping my thoughts from drowning me was you.
The thoughts, they gather up in my head and they cover every inch of me,
where you kiss me, they back off a bit, ready to strike again the second our lips lose touch,
and God, when they strike again, it's always worse, and I fall in denial thinking I have everything under control, but I don't
I'm not in control, and I never will be, and the heart in my rib cage, it's weak and it's shattered, and I can't watch you waste all your happiness in a heart that's cracked, where every bit of strength you give me seeps through the gaps and gets lost, never found again.
This is where I leave you, and it breaks me to let you go, but I already am broken, my love, so it doesn't really change much.
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Suicide Notes
Poetry'how can a person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go?' A collection of suicide notes. (thank you farah (the_author15) for the dope cover, I love you).
