my skin flushes
with the color of
anger and disgust
at what i allowed
you to torment me
with.
my eyes soak
in the misery
not even a thousand
sponges could
contain.
my mouth embraces
tranquility
as though it
was gagged and
too frightened to
speak.
my mind screams of
vain
and
pained
words,
of vengence and
spite,
and does not cease
to create havoc in
the chambers of
thoughts.
but my face,
oh, my face,
remains a hard mask
and
a soiled breath.
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anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
