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My heart isn't broken. No one tore it apart. I know that's what I've been saying. But I feel it now. My heart isn't broken, it's just full. And maybe that's worse because... I can't feel. I don't love you, or anyone. Not even friends, or my mom. I need to ***** Wanna break my own heart, physically smash it. Take a hammer to the chest, maybe then I could feel again. My heart's so full of memories. Of me drowning. It's like the water became solid, and the hands that forced me to breathe in the water, are still squeezing my heart now. So it can't beat fully. My heart isn't broken, it's just full. And maybe that's worse because... I can't feel. I don't love you, or anyone. Not even friends, or my mom. I need to ***** Wanna break my own heart, physically smash it. Take a hammer to the chest, then I could feel again. Whoever said flames don't burn, if you only touch them fast? Because it didn't matter how quickly I jumped away from him, I still got the scar. And it feels like the same hands that forced me to s c r e a m, are still squeezing my heart right now. I need to ***** Wanna break my own heart, physically smash it. Take a hammer to the chest, then I could feel again.
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 6:24 PM UTC
Not Broken
My heart isn't broken. No one tore it apart. I know that's what I've been saying. But I feel it now. My heart isn't broken, it's just full. And maybe that's worse because... I can't feel. I don't love you, or anyone. Not even friends, or my mom. I need to ***** Wanna break my own heart, physically smash it. Take a hammer to the chest, maybe then I could feel again. My heart's so full of memories. Of me drowning. It's like the water became solid, and the hands that forced me to breathe in the water, are still squeezing my heart now. So it can't beat fully. My heart isn't broken, it's just full. And maybe that's worse because... I can't feel. I don't love you, or anyone. Not even friends, or my mom. I need to ***** Wanna break my own heart, physically smash it. Take a hammer to the chest, then I could feel again. Whoever said flames don't burn, if you only touch them fast? Because it didn't matter how quickly I jumped away from him, I still got the scar. And it feels like the same hands that forced me to s c r e a m, are still squeezing my heart right now. I need to ***** Wanna break my own heart, physically smash it. Take a hammer to the chest, then I could feel again.
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 6:24 PM UTC
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