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Hearts don't make a sound.You see me smiling, you could never know
I'm actually breaking.
It's truly hard to even breathe.
How would you know?
Hearts don't make a sound when they break.
I swallow my tears, I choke in them,
but you still won't know
because smiles cover them all.
You see on the outside I'm impenetrable
a stone you can't break,
so you hit me, with words,
words that you know will hurt me.
My soul is on the ground screaming for help
asking to be saved,
is it too much for you to take?
you can tell I'm still okay,
I still breathe (but breathing never felt so suffocating)
and most of all, I still s m i l e.
but like I said
Hearts don't make a sound when they break.
I wonder why my heart isn't made of crystals,
I know it's weak as one.
That way you'll know when it's breaking,
that way you'll know when I'm in pain,
that way I would be able to breathe
maybe feel I am strong enough to get through this grieve
but my heart is just like everybody else's.
you can't tell when a heart breaks,
shell childyour hummingbird pulse
murmurs stories of whimsical tendrils,
baby hair clinging
to sticky brows &
stone jaws cracking under
the blinding weight of
burning lead mountains
birthing caves that burst forth
with rushing leagues
miles outrun miles like
handfuls of rope,
a beautiful curse to whisk us
away under moonless skies
through quiet streets dappled
with laughter and violets
and shipwrecks long since
and we wonder at trembling
star-scapes while the pins
that pierced those glittering holes in the sky
puncture our every hushed breath.
our souls will bleed into
baby waves lapping
the edges of our
consciousness, whispering that
joy like this will never be ours.
child, we know about the voices
that scratch at your nights like cruel gods
and next time,
you should listen to them
because you're a shell, you know,
a living memento
of grey-green eternities
and whitecaps straddling
the rise and fall
of dancing relief maps.
and if you should find that your ocean's becom
Paper cranes and coffee.I want to apologize
to my refrigerator,
I hit it as hard
as I could today
because I confused it
for someone else.
I'm sorry you
don't have enough
chocolate to keep me ok.
I'm sorry I confused you
for someone colder.
And this was the one metaphor
you ever got right: I'm an enzyme.
You are speeding up what needs
to slow down-
I texted you love songs
by The Beatles to melt you down,
written by the walrus himself,
and all I got was ice cream
-minus the cream.
I added the milk and sugar
to your bitter morning coffee.
But you spilt it all on the floor,
and asked me not to cry
over spilt milk.
Can you really blame me
for all the pieces you cut off
of napkins by trying to turn them
into paper cranes?
I love you.
And I don't think I'm selfish
for trying to fold myself
into a paper crane and
cleaning the milk you spilt
with your fucking napkin.
too bad i never learned origami.
too bad she'd rather be a swan.
one eighty degreesIt's been two days
and I'm dry-crying, dry-heaving
your fucking name/s
and you can never know how it feels
for a dreamer to lose sleep.
You're turning everything upside down
and I'm wearing everything inside out
and you won't take a second
to say I might just look better
It's been 3 weeks
and thinking of you
means breathing for you
and begging for you
means still loving you and I
and everything that makes "us"
so hard to ignore.
But it's moving to month 16
and I'm scared of saying forever
because I'm the only one
who still means it.
To My True Love...I want to paint a smile,
and from your face take
I want to drink you in,
and sketch the very thought of you
in laughter lines
I want to dive
in the ocean of your eyes,
find the soul therein,
and with it dance for joy.
I want many things,
but most of all,
I want to know your name,
taste its whisper on my tongue,
smell its scent upon the breeze,
and bathe within its light.
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