what exactly is this that I'm feeling
a dull ache in my chest
piling slowly
compacting tightly.
It hurts
and yet at times I forget
the ache masks itself as something else.
My collar bones feel brittle
as if with a simple whisper
they will crumble like crushed biscuits
in the palm of your hands.
I need healing
healing only you can offer
or else I fear nothing will stop me
from leaving
floating
following the current like a string on a balloon
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 5:59 PM UTC
what exactly is this that I'm feeling
a dull ache in my chest
piling slowly
compacting tightly.
It hurts
and yet at times I forget
the ache masks itself as something else.
My collar bones feel brittle
as if with a simple whisper
they will crumble like crushed biscuits
in the palm of your hands.
I need healing
healing only you can offer
or else I fear nothing will stop me
from leaving
floating
following the current like a string on a balloon
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