My eyes hurt from all the tears.
My voice is hoarse from sobbing your name.
My mind is muddled from all the thoughts.
My head hurts from tryin' to dull the pain.
My heart aches from the memories.
My shoulders are tense, trying to fight the questions away.
My lips are salty, covered in shards of what we used to have.
My feet are torn apart from running after something impossible to have.
I am a mess.
I am a wreck.
And it's all because you're gone.
Does this make you happy?
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
