I've written it down a hundred times over, again and again, until everything was out of order, and I ran out of ink and my fingers ached from crossing out the sentences, and I had to rip my heart open just to refill all my pens because I'm at a loss for words and the ink isn't helping, and I finally figured out that only my heart knows what I'm trying tell to you, but I can't write it down, it'd be such a mess, nothing would make sense
And I'm sorry
Above my lungs and beneath my ribs my heart is twisting and bleeding and bruising and broken and screaming and I found out there's no other way to say it
Yesterday I was yours
Today I'm not
And I'm so sorry
I'm so, so sorry
But that's all I've got
It's all I've got
YOU ARE READING
None Of This Is Pretty || poems and thoughts
Poetry~someday this pain will be useful to you~ Just a collection of words that are poem like Like the title says... I have a lot of things on my mind And none of it is pretty
