tears falling down my cheek,
my heart punching my weak ribs.
I write until my hands give up,
and my brain tells me to stop.
my heart is still crying,
and my tears fall onto the words,
soaking it;
and letting it feel what I so strongly feel
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
feel-forty eight
tears falling down my cheek,
my heart punching my weak ribs.
I write until my hands give up,
and my brain tells me to stop.
my heart is still crying,
and my tears fall onto the words,
soaking it;
and letting it feel what I so strongly feel