break my heart.
you say you don't want to break my heart. you say you don't want to hurt me anymore.
but this? this is far worse.
you're building me up and tearing me right back down. you're giving me the air i need to breathe and then making me choke on it.
you're not breaking my heart. you're torturing it.
i feel like a cheap whore. i'm grasping onto the few pieces of love you give me, and i'm trying to use them to fix things. it's not working. i'm here for you when you need me, and i'm here when you don't. i'm just waiting on a street corner until you decide you want another turn.
i just wish you'd break my heart instead. kill me quick and let me die. every time i think my heart stops beating, you jumpstart it and continue the strenuous cycle.
please just break my heart.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
