Words left unspoken. Words that can kill. With one fatal blow. Your body will go still.
Poems written with broken pencils,
Scars drawn with shards of glass.
I've tried to release this pain in so many different ways;
But writing about you seems to be one of my faves.
I don't understand how I find closure
When I know it only lasts until the poem is over.
Somehow it feels like some sort of imaginary relief to my reality.
As if, the pain I feel only exists until the words are free.
I know how crazy it may seem
Because the heartbreak will always be there;
And I will never un-feel what you've done to me.