doesn't it hurt
when you
get sick
of trying
to move a single muscle
in your
[as a matter of factly,]
weak soul,
weak heart,
weak identity,
and all you could
do was watch
yourself
c
r
u
m
b
l
e
_ _ __
like the rest
of the chipped
out pieces?
YOU ARE READING
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...
