you feel knots in your throat.
even in situations where you'd normally smile,
laugh
talk
be happy.
it's weird how no matter what's happening at the moment,
you can't seem to lift yourself up.
your heart has endured so much of this thing we call pain.
but no, it wasn't endurance.
your heart has been storing all that sadness for you to dump out and cry about another day.
today is that day.
you want so desperately to smile. to laugh. talk. be happy.
but why?
why is it that whenever you try to smile,
you can't.
it's as though weights are pulling down on the edges of your lips.
it's as though weights are pulling on the tears that beg to be freed from your eyes.
it's as though weights a pulling down the sides of your heart.
and it's just about ready to break in two.
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imperfect .
Poetrywe all have our ups and downs. this is meant for those times in the "down" moments. • • • • • im·per·fect imˈpərfəkt/ adjective not perfect; faulty or incomplete. • • • • • if you know me I honestly prefer you not read this like I will hate myself s...
