this isn't heartbreak,
no,
this is swollen
and there's a difference between the two
heartbreak is what you feel when
you get your heart broken
swollen is what happens when
you give too much of yourself away
and I do
too often
without thinking
I love
like everyone is dying
and my passion is the only thing that can save us
like the end of the world is coming
and all we have to save the human race
is my weakness
I care
like it is an alternative to breathing
and every available ounce of oxygen has gone missing
I give
like a one time supply
that thinks itself endless
like my limbs can regenerate without trying
like my lips are incapable of cracking
like my bones were made for splitting
I give
like if I were to empty out completely
I could still call myself whole
like I can auction off this body
and still refer to it as home
like I can hand out my vulnerability in pieces
and still have something for myself
this isn't heartbreak,
no,
nor is it swollen
this is a resignation
from my conscience
to my desperation
this is a reminder
for my own
to give all I have sparingly
and this is an apology
to my sanity
for when I don't listen
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
this isn't heartbreak,
no,
this is swollen
and there's a difference between the two
heartbreak is what you feel when
you get your heart broken
swollen is what happens when
you give too much of yourself away
and I do
too often
without thinking
I love
like everyone is dying
and my passion is the only thing that can save us
like the end of the world is coming
and all we have to save the human race
is my weakness
I care
like it is an alternative to breathing
and every available ounce of oxygen has gone missing
I give
like a one time supply
that thinks itself endless
like my limbs can regenerate without trying
like my lips are incapable of cracking
like my bones were made for splitting
I give
like if I were to empty out completely
I could still call myself whole
like I can auction off this body
and still refer to it as home
like I can hand out my vulnerability in pieces
and still have something for myself
this isn't heartbreak,
no,
nor is it swollen
this is a resignation
from my conscience
to my desperation
this is a reminder
for my own
to give all I have sparingly
and this is an apology
to my sanity
for when I don't listen
Request permission to use this poem