can you see it? my heart?
do you see the pieces scattered across the floor? can you see how each one begs to be held in your hands? can you see how they want you to be the one that sews them back together?
can you see it in my eyes?
can you see the way they soften for you? how vulnerable they become under your gaze?
can you see it in my hands?
can you see the way they tremble when you're near? how they want to reach out and hold yours, even for just a moment?
can you see it in my lips?
can you see how they part slightly when i look at you? how they dry up and how my breath seems to run away from me?
can you see it in my chest?
can you see my heart beating against my ribcage? can you see it trying to escape my body and run to you?
i've layed my sins out on a table and emptied my belly of all it's poisoness anxieties. there for you to criticize. i've showed you my past, my present, my future. i've guided you by the hand through the deepest parts of my soul. i've allowed my heart to beat only for you and i've given you my absolute everything. so please. tell me you can see it.
can you see it? can you see my heart?
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letters to the one who broke me
Poetryheartbreak is different for everyone. this will follow my journey through the eyes of unrequited love that may have not been so unrequited at one point, and how I've grown through the broken pieces of myself.
