When you left me
My heart imploded and
It felt like I died
But I was still breathing
And each breathe tasted like smoke
From the fire you lit inside me
I loved you and felt more
In my emotions and my body
Than I think I ever will again
The hot mix of love and anger coursed through my veins
While the cold sting of forgiveness and emptiness filled my lungs
And it left me a freezing, burning mess of confusion and contentment
You were awful to me most days
I cried myself to sleep to your silence
But if you were nice the next morning I rejoiced and felt happy again
Now I am rotting inside
Because what I feel for these women
Is not what I felt for you
I feel empty vibrations in the caverns of my chest
I hear depressing gongs in my ears as they tell me they love me
I feel nothing when I say it back
This guilt is a vine that grows throughout my body
It begins in my lungs and steals my breath away
And it forces my limbs to act without emotion
I am cursed with genes that promote impulsivity and high emotionality
And by a past muddied with traumatic events that still hinder my existence
And by my own choices that have led me to hurt so many innocent people
In my quest to find myself
I am so broken and I don't want pity
I just want to understand why
I ruin every good thing that enters my life
Every day I have to maneuver between reality and what's in my head
I cannot determine if what I feel is real or if it's just the result of years of repression
All I know is that my rotting insides are overgrown with vines that keep me moving
Even though I just want to die.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
When you left me
My heart imploded and
It felt like I died
But I was still breathing
And each breathe tasted like smoke
From the fire you lit inside me
I loved you and felt more
In my emotions and my body
Than I think I ever will again
The hot mix of love and anger coursed through my veins
While the cold sting of forgiveness and emptiness filled my lungs
And it left me a freezing, burning mess of confusion and contentment
You were awful to me most days
I cried myself to sleep to your silence
But if you were nice the next morning I rejoiced and felt happy again
Now I am rotting inside
Because what I feel for these women
Is not what I felt for you
I feel empty vibrations in the caverns of my chest
I hear depressing gongs in my ears as they tell me they love me
I feel nothing when I say it back
This guilt is a vine that grows throughout my body
It begins in my lungs and steals my breath away
And it forces my limbs to act without emotion
I am cursed with genes that promote impulsivity and high emotionality
And by a past muddied with traumatic events that still hinder my existence
And by my own choices that have led me to hurt so many innocent people
In my quest to find myself
I am so broken and I don't want pity
I just want to understand why
I ruin every good thing that enters my life
Every day I have to maneuver between reality and what's in my head
I cannot determine if what I feel is real or if it's just the result of years of repression
All I know is that my rotting insides are overgrown with vines that keep me moving
Even though I just want to die.
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