I try to open my eyes
But feel an ache as
another seam rips
down the middle of my heart.
Hungover from the tiny white screen
I stared at for hours.
Investigating your once love-drunk smile.
Stumbling to the bathroom,
I meet my shower in desperation.
Hoping the water running down my chest
will act as a threat and
fix the ever-widening tear.
Instead,
I emerge wet
to find a foggy reflection.
Unrecognizably,
I’m beyond repair.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
I try to open my eyes
But feel an ache as
another seam rips
down the middle of my heart.
Hungover from the tiny white screen
I stared at for hours.
Investigating your once love-drunk smile.
Stumbling to the bathroom,
I meet my shower in desperation.
Hoping the water running down my chest
will act as a threat and
fix the ever-widening tear.
Instead,
I emerge wet
to find a foggy reflection.
Unrecognizably,
I’m beyond repair.
