Blurbs | Personal

I just can’t crack your code. One day you screaming you love me loud. The next day you’re so cold. One day you’re here, one day you’re there, one day you care. You’re so unfair.

November 17, 2017

it still hurts,

although whether it’s from
icicles forming inside my chest
rubbing against the cavity of my ribs
with a hollow scrape;
or a fist clenching til my veins go numb,
until oxygen is withheld from my lungs;
and eyes that burn even before they shut,
leaving splintered visions of light flashing by;

it still hurts, the fact that this still beats for
what you’ve taken and never gave back
still beats in rapidly in memento of
vague connections
the name of your school
the month we met,
the song from your lips
tumbling like your hands
pulling me to the bus stop
and the 3am graze
over my neck and locking fingertips, or
the alcohol that clouded your judgment
enough for you to kiss me.

so long now, since
the last sliver of my heart’s been
and it still hurts,
but just a little less.

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