I was sitting at the bar When I heard you can die of a broken heart And I swear the sadness was so bad That I felt my insides break in half And I felt that I couldn't breathe Which made me regret smoking any of these And I thought, "this is what it is to die, even when you're still alive."
I regret ever spending time crying over any of you and I hate writing this right now and I am so sorry I let myself be sad over someone who didn't deserve it and instead ignored that who I loved the most.
I had to put my cat to sleep today. I regret crying over them and not loving her.
I have so much poetry inside of me it's spilling from my veins. the last that I can recollect, you tied a noose around my neck and said "I wish you the best."
It is not the buzzing and hissing in my ears throughout the day Nipping at my heels Spitting at my feet until I've trampled your name
This poem isn't about the boy who didn't want to stay No, this is about the aftermath The finding myself The "where do I go?" The "what do I do?" The "we went fishing in that spot" but "made love in that one too"
I wish I had better words An easier way to say, "I am fine. I swear I am fine" But "no, I'm not okay."