144th Poem: Pieces & Two Types of Tears

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Posted on my personal IG account story (5 in a row) on April 21, 2020 around 2ish pm

To be stuck in my thoughts, to walk a mile in my shoes is something no one else could do

I'm losing my mind, I'm hurting and I know which one of you are to

But only one of us begins to feel resolute, and whaddya know, it's you


All my tears, all my fears, all my pain, it's foreign to you

You hardly ask me how I am too

Because unintentionally, you only care about you


My head stays a tangled mess

My heart is laced with stress that I cannot compress and each day there's even more of a press as I feel myself continue to depress and suppress the thoughts in my head to still your pain even though I know we'll be there again and I'll have to offer up some grin 


Take my heart, rip it open over and over again

Take a piece of it and don't return it

It'll still beat, it just won't look as neat


A reflection of my mind


Pieces of my heart that I'll never get back and that's okay because I wanted you to have it just thought maybe this time I'd get some back


"I've been holding on

Holding on to nothing

You don't care too much." Trigger - Khalid x Major Lazer 

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