Valves pulsating; flowing like the river Nile.
I don't think we'll make it out alive.
Hearts racing; a competitive nature so vile;
I don't think we'll make it out alive.
In the left atrium I found his lie;
A poisoned arrow, an answer-less "why".
I don't know the man I promised myself to anymore;
My sweetheart upped and walked right out the door.I can feel my heart in my mouth;
Like it's ready to pop out in this doctor's office.
All I want to do is shout;
I'm ready to get the hell of this medical practice.
I feel broke but I'm not broken;
I feel unheard but I haven't spoken.
Is this the way it's going to be from now until eternity?
I can't live like this; I can't kiss forced lips.Valves pulsating; flowing like the river Nile.
I don't think we'll make it out alive.
Hearts racing; a competitive nature so vile;
I don't think we'll make it out alive.
In the left atrium I found his lie;
A poisoned arrow, an answer-less "why".
I don't know the man I promised myself to anymore;
My sweetheart upped and walked right out the door.Tied to the train tracks so dramatic;
I can't move! I'm fucking frantic.
Whistles of death swirl in the distance;
This is it, this is it.
The train's hurtling towards me and I can't move;
Paralysed by impending doom.
Save me, love. Save me.
I can't die this young and this pretty.Valves pulsating; flowing like the river Nile.
I don't think we'll make it out alive.
Hearts racing; a competitive nature so vile;
I don't think we'll make it out alive.
In the left atrium I found his lie;
A poisoned arrow, an answer-less "why".
I don't know the man I promised myself to anymore;
My sweetheart upped and walked right out the door.I read his poems twice a week like I did his letters;
Hoping, praying that they'd make me feel better.
But they don't and I like to think they won't.
Haunted by love's unholy ghost.
I have a pain in my chest where my sweetheart should be;
A hollowed empty feeling; a heart that isn't beating.
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Psychology
Poetry"The rest is silence decorated in confetti". 💀🦋 'Psychology', my fourteenth poetry collection, explores and examines the lives of two fictitious and purposefully stereotypical characters: Jack, the popular sports-star who is his hometown's hero an...