how do i save myself from everything that i am?
from everything i choose to be.
from the love that isn't mine to keep.
how do i hold on to it when it's out of my reach?
how do i forgive myself for all the bruises and the tears and the cuts?
how do i forget all the caresses, the whispers, the punches to my gut?
how do i live knowing that i've killed you, him, her and him and them to feel something?
how do i feel anything now that there's no one left for me to hurt?
how do i fill the void, now that its brimming and spilling out of me?
how do i kill myself now that you've already killed me dead?
how do i stop?
there's no way to stop, is there?
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Poetry❝ I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. ❞ - Sylvia Plath Just a collection of all the words that breathe inside of me. Completed: 12 April 2021
