I know nothing of heartbreak.
I haven't felt my chest crumble under the pressure of my lungs.
I haven't forgotten how to breathe.
I know nothing of heartbreak.
I haven't choked on air,
Or words.
Or thoughts.
I haven't crumbled in on myself.
I haven't hurt so much that I can never remember a time before hurt.
I haven't ever measured time using my heightening pain.
I know nothing of heartbreak.
My dreams didn't crumble before me.
I had never questioned every truth in fear of it being another lie.
I have not mistrust.
I have not insecurities.
I have not known disappointment.
I know nothing of heartbreak.
I haven't bled words in hope to find peace.
I haven't had sleepless nights.
Or forced myself to eat.
I haven't shattered and picked up my pieces all by myself.
I know nothing of heartbreak.
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Poëzie"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you unco...
