every time you come around
with the usual 'i miss you's
you cut my wounds open,
again and again.
and every time
my stupid heart believes
this is the last time,
now you're going to stay.
and every time,
as you leave, saying how you love her
all my mind hears is:
"you stupid girl,
how could you believe,
imagine that you were good enough,
that he was going to stay?"
and every time,
day after day
i start to stitch my cut-open heart
back to its place,
covered in bruises and stains
hoping that the pain would eventually fade
and give way to a new spring
(and that's when you turn up
and start again,
causing damage in your wake.)
please stop.
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
