there's something about me
and attachment.
when i get too attached to a person,
its like they placed themselves
in my heart,
and make it their own space.
then, when I lost the person,
its like
something blocked my blood vessel,
and pull my vein out of my flesh,
my body, and
separated my cells and
left them dry under
the scorching sun. it is sucks.
—but just like the cell, it was replaced.
unfortunately, however, every new cell is
there, for different reasons, purposes and
it can never fill the vacancy or
the empty holes of the previous one.
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Unsettled Emotions
Poetryjust some thoughts that keep you awake at ungodly hours. -either its too relatable or it doesnt make any sense at all. thats it. no in between whatsoever. # tw // self-harm (alive) # M for language use
