It doesn't hit the same way anymore.
It hits harder.
It hurts more like
life crushing in my chest.
How many times do I need to feel this
before it doesn't kill me anymore.
You take the breath right out of my lungs
like it was always yours.
You hit the beat right out of my heart
like the pitch would even matter.
You knock me flat to the ground
and then walk all over what's left of me.
You steal my life
like it was mine to begin with.
{ 2023 }
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Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
