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let this heartache burn away
My chest is bleeding heavy;
I can feel it in my throat.
I cannot seem to breathe enough,
but what I have is all too much.
Yet, how is it all too much
when my lungs are on fire?
There is never enough water,
never enough to cast out the flames.
When did my heart start cracking
ribs on its own?
Not even my own heart wants to
bare its hope within me.
How sad has the organ become?
Am I breaking with it, too?
I do happen to break things;
sometimes, most of the time, all of the time.
Including myself,
I'm chipping chunks off with
these hands of mine.
I'll break myself before I break you.
Do you write poetry? If so, what topics do you like to discuss?
𐎀 I love to talk about heartache, loss, and learning to love oneself through all the obstacles. Although, the majority of my poems really focus on the pain others can inflict. The only topic I can't really do justice for is happiness. We love sad poetry here.
May
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