Arrhythmia is… Wondering if next time your heart skips two beats in a row. (translating into “don’t hold your breath for a 3rd one, they just cancelled that show) Feeling the (ribcage) prisoner starting riots with potential fatalities Seeing your time so far as “oh well I’ve had a good run, though; not hall of fame worthy but still, got decades in tow” Forgetting all about poetry. Re-syncing your breathing. Feeling pathetic. Not missing anything. Wanting control. My heart doesn’t love me enough Despite the fact that I love you all.
my journal was dedicated to you a proclamation of how i adored your smile how your touch set me on fire how every minute spent together left me craving more and more and more of you rushed scribbles describing how your eyes searched my soul and left me wanting nothing more than a look at yours filled every empty space my ink bled your praises line upon line quote the love you claimed pages were filled with promises you made in a drunken state my journal was a tribute to you a celebration of you a monument to you and yours didn't even mention my name