Your words are like a bitter juice I can't swallow Stuck there, Hanging in mid-air I can't understand it It rings in my ears again and again But it makes no sense My mind is becoming numb from hearing your voice Like eating something so spicy you can't feel your tongue Like your fingers on the coldest day of winter You keep touching them yet it feels like their not yours Like not feeling a cut But when I realized it It was too late The cut was bleeding out It felt like you pressed a lemon against it And rubbed the salt in ~10/4/21
Am I going to say what I'm talking about in this poem? No, because I don't even know what I'm talking about..
if you can't accept my rejection, its not my issue as i can't love you anymore, because i have realized my worth just like you did back then— when my heart was crumbled down under your feet i am not doing it to take revenge it's karma, who is back to give you, what you gave others
And there will be nights like this. Nights that you rather not remember. Where you beg for mercy. Asking if you please don’t have to look into the interstice pieces of the moon. Because you can’t take another battle. Another realization.