a piece of my heart exists outside of my body
such a precious thing
out in the world, free will
connected to me by a cord
a cord that no longer physically links us
no longer tethers us together
but nevertheless I still feel it there
pulling me to him
like a phantom limb
it's there,
i can feel it
an extension of not only my body
but my heart
and of my soul
my son,
once a part of me
always a part of me
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Poetrypoetry about wanting death but finding something to live for. join me on my journey, past and present. trigger warning: ptsd, suicide, depression, anxiety, sexual abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse
