i can still hear your heartbeat from miles away,
but as i drive closer
it becomes slower.i can still hear the blood pumping through your veins,
but as i see you more
it begins to pour.and now i see you here,
lying on the bathroom floor
with a needle in you arm.i put my ear to your chest
and i can no longer hear your heart beat,
the heart that was also mine.
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stigma [body limbs collection]
Poetryslowly, our fingers interlock with the key of our hearts. started: march 25, 2018 ended: march 25, 2018 ©OUTROSOFT