It's very strange
because poetry sounds so beautiful when you're on the other end of it
reading it
devouring it.
And it all sounds so beautiful
until you're the one
getting your heart ripped out of your chest
and having to sew back the broken pieces with trembling hands.
It's so beautiful
until you're the one
on the floor unable to breathe
because of the ways he hurt you
because of the ways he left you.
-C.D.
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Meraki
Poetry#44 in Poetry [4-5-17] Join me on my journey of self-discovery, my lows & my highs. I hope that I leave you feeling better. I hope that I have made you feel less lonely. This is me. This is 18 years of exploring my creativity, soul, passion, and lov...
