love is a disease that i welcomed easily
i ran into it's arms and got stabbed right in the heart
betrayed by the feeling that i had always trusted most
and when i fell back hoping to be caught
you weren't there, you weren't there
i fell right to the floor, you told me you loved me
and then you left me there cold and sore
There’s something in my chest
A disease manifesting in my heart
It latches to my nerves and infects my brain
It overflows from my heart
Oozing through my ribs like a thick river
Of butterflies and tired words
Remembered laughs and the sound of your voice
But lately it’s a symphony of voices
A theatre full of musicians playing my heartstrings
You’re a musician baby, and so are they
Infected with too much love for too many people
It’s a heart transplant
But they don’t take my old heart out first
Just add more and more until they spill from my ribs
Filling every corner of me until I crack
But baby I love it
just now my heart gave two great
and heaving beats
that shuddered my whole chest.
i know this is just a symptom
of the cardiac quirk i inherited from my mother
but it felt to me like some sort of physical closure.
for a moment after it happened
my chest didn't have that emptiness anymore.
my body is healing my nonbody.
that's what it felt like.
for a second, anyway.
You must have stepped upon my heart,
in the parking lot,
outside the mart,
which would explain why I have it not.
But my love isn't something you chose to chew,
because you found it on the bottom of your shoe.
But never the less it went with you
and it hurts because it only grew.
Please give me back my heart.
If you won't have it it will turn tart.
And no one to look at it will say yum
all squished and crushed like dirty old gum.
The thought of someone else with you,
makes me want to not exist.
As long as your happy I will be too,
but watching you kiss would hurt like a cyst.
I wish that when I asked you out,
you smiled and blushed and held my hand.
Instead you ran off with my heart,
and I wait in agony while you sesrch for a better man.
But my heart was only stuck on your shoe,
I doubt you even know it's there with you.
When you find it give it back
The longer you wait the more it turns black.
I see you every day
But I've never said a word
And even if I did
You never would've heard
I really should avoid
Even looking your way
My heart can barely handle
The words I hear you say
But that's nothing new
My heart is meek
The scar across my chest
Proves I am weak
My father died
Of heart disease
And passed it down
To me with ease
I'll never join you
To run around
To smell the fresh air
And feel the cool ground
And so I'll stay content
Protecting my feeble heart
Watching you smile
As I fall apart
For so long I have held it to heart
that to be affected is to be infected,
so much so that it has become a disease;
my heart disease.
Not bought on by an over consumption of calories
but a product of being ill at ease with those around me
and that within me,
so better bin me. Better? Bin me.
I'm done being me.
hands inspire words to be typed by other hands
my heart is beating
i can see it
my stomach bounces a little each time
low blood pressure typically means a low chance of heart disease but a big chance of not giving much of a shit about anything
bed stained where skin touched skin beautiful act ugly reminder
dont clip fingernails often enough stay dirty work in food industry
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motorcycles are a good way of saying i have a lot of money and care about nothing
Can't figure out the damn machine
her mom's heart disease and lack of goals
for her future destroying her control
we like to not talk about that as
a possibility, much like the abortion
we chose awhile ago, that possibility
of her mom possibly dying because
she's been on this planet for too long.
spend my days telling her how to use
the computer, she spends her days
laughing at my dumb poetry.