The heart sat in my hands
My arm drenched in its blood
The same blood that ran through her veins
The thing that gave her life
And the same thing that ended it
Although emotionally it was also physical
The knife was my words
"You are not loved"
I rethink back to what I said
And how when she heard it
She was deeply hurt
The smile never disappeared
But the shape of it changed- it was somehow sadder
Her pure ocean eyes became polluted with the salt of her tears
And at last her heart processed the words
I imagined them getting smaller and the walls becoming bigger.
The same heart that beat in her and gave her life was now in my hands
Her heart was somehow bigger
It wasn't supposed to be like this
She wasn't supposed to move on
To pretend we didn't have anything
That she didn't know me
To walk in the halls and not look at the new hands in mine
She didn't feel anything
She was partially dead but looks like she is now
YOU ARE READING
It hurts to be Me
PoetryYou ever read poetry that's so deep and relatable you save it. No. Okay, that's only me. Anyways this book has poems that will leave you thinking for a while. Know that once you read these poems told in my story, you won't be able to stop.
