Aftermath

Thu, 10/19/2017 - 22:53 -- N.Meram

My heart has felt everything and then nothing
It has been ripped and burned and then sewn back together with broken fingers
So I put it where nobody can touch it, deep below my belly, hidden in the darkness
My organs have grown around it, so that if I die my heart will be the last thing to fade out into the nothingness
And the reason I go to all these lengths to protect myself is because of you.
I lie when I say I don’t think of you, but you cross my mind more times than I’ll ever fucking admit.
I have words that sit on the tip of my tongue, and a mind that dares me to say them
But I’ve sewn my lips to prevent me from speaking
I don’t know how to let you go because I’m still reeling off the high I was once on
So I sit in silence, staring at ceiling tiles, wondering if you’ll ever come back to me

This poem is about: 
Me

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