5:09, Friday, 19th May
and today you asked if everything was okay with me
and for once I was at a loss for words,
because how could I tell you that it was you
who was shattering my heart into a million pieces?
where would I begin?
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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5:09, Friday, 19th May
and today you asked if everything was okay with me
and for once I was at a loss for words,
because how could I tell you that it was you
who was shattering my heart into a million pieces?
where would I begin?