A broken heart,
I know what it feels like.
A lump in your throat,
An emptiness in the pit of your stomach,
A weakness in the knees.
Sometimes, I try to make myself believe that it never happened.
I stare at the screen until I don't know what's real anymore.
I don't know if I made it up,
But I hope to god I did.
I know that whatever I think,
It won't change your perspective.
And that's fucking terrifying.
Knowing I'll never be able to see what you see.
YOU ARE READING
my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
