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Dec 2020
There's a storm inside me
Where my heartbeat crashes like the thunder across my chest , with the water from my eyelids pouring as the rain comes to take over. It’s the lightning thats scattering throughout my mind as if Zeus is condemned with a constant rage.
Where the wind takes over my fingertips to write these imperfect letters on cold open page.

it's hard to explain how is it that I miss you
when I've never really had you in the first place
and you wouldn't understand
you see
your heart has long forgotten about feelings like these.

still

I hear your voice calling my name
I see you before my eyes
even in my dreams I write about you , where I’m still lost in the time.
and in my waking hours
your smile brings raindrops in my coffee
and tears on the shirt I wear
because once you said that you liked it;


spring brings tulips at my doorstep
but it's hard to feel their perfume
to let their scent in my broken lungs;

people tell me that all I have to do
is breathe



but it's hard to breathe without crying.
Chris Park
Written by
Chris Park  23/M/Des Plaines, Illinois
(23/M/Des Plaines, Illinois)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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