it feels like a valve of my heart is missing
from the way you left;
you left me bereft from comfort and kindness.
now I’ve been a mindless deconstructed mess.
I would let your shaky hands cut me into a million tiny pieces and sew me back together,
even if you never knew my anatomy like I knew yours.
but you took a scalpel to my heart, and every artery in between and somehow ripped me apart,
not even caring about the seams
left from when my father left and left me fatherless.
I’ve never knew a compassion like you;
with your heart of compasses and open seas.
I wish I knew what you used to see in me.
now all I see is an open ocean and the thought of drowning
with a capacity of the lovely letters you said and you had the audacity to ask
“do you want to kiss me?”
now I’ll leave you alone and you leave me,
we’ll be both miss eachother, and how we used to be.
but remember me as the mess you left,
when you ripped my heart out of my chest.