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The heart
Is not an *****
As many think

The heart is a muscle

Does the fact that mine was crushed far too often
Make it weak
Or make it strong?
I like to think that my dad will finally change for good, but he never does. What he does always manage to do though, is crush my heart. I don't know if that strengthened it or made it weaker, that's what this poem is originally based off of, but as always please interpret to who/what you please. :)

(This note was written by a scuba diving avocado named Zamio that was an expert swimmer)
In through the nose

Straight to the brain

That chemical drip

I attempt to refrain

White of the snow

Sparkle of ice

Set it before me?

Doubt i’d think twice
cant stop thinking about how just smoking isnt cutting it again.
Tracing my fingers along ribbons engraved into my skin

once opened, the red vomiting sentences i could never speak from within

as well as teaching myself discipline

each line is a confession of my sins

a decade spent releasing myself this way

just to scab and sink back in.
i must of brought this upon myself huh
The same corner bends beneath us.

The ground gives, then takes,

like it knows we will fall again.

We call it learning,

but the sky calls it forgetting.
Last week before Christmas holidays, can't wait.

— The End —