maybe,
maybe my heart should cease
to love, to think,
to beat.
perhaps, this world and your touch was not meant for me.
perhaps no one but my mother will mourn as the ground opens up and i begin to accept hell as my eternal resting place.
all of this because you are the only thing that can put a smile to my face.
but you are not omniscient so i must leave you on this pitiful earth
without
a
trace.
so my heart should cease,
for i already sympathise with the carcass, laying on my street
and as you stray farther and farther away from my light,
my weak, tormented heart begins to
slow
its
b
e
a
t.
---
pain, pain, go away,
play with my emotions another day.
if you don't, they will never care,
for they can't detect my scars and my despair.
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drowned energy » poetry
Poetrythe story of the fluid insomniac •started ➡ april 28th, 2016 •ended ➡ april 28th, 2018 •highest ranking ➡ #320 in poetry