i'm perched at the top of a cliff with the wind whispering curses in my ears that turn my heart icy. something has convinced me that the only way to stop the voices which echo in my empty heartbeat is to throw myself off the cliff and fall into the arms of anyone willing to catch me.
i wear my heart upon my sleeve because it's an easy target for pick-pockets. i feed on the flattery that drip from male tongues and get drunk on the 'i love you's that bleed from boys' hearts. because vacancy flickers in the window of my ribcage and i'm desperate to let someone in to the empty vessel my heart has become.
but i keep skinning my knees on broken promises and taping my open chest closed, praying no one notices the blood stains on my shirt from a heart that pumps blood for any boy who so much as looks as me.
because i'm afraid that if no one catches me when i fall, i'll become nothing more than a pile of broken bones bleeding amongst the shattered pieces of an empty heart.
maybe i fall too easily. but i'll keep falling until someone catches me.
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Poetry❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
