Heart,
The central and the innermost part of something and someone.
Its weird how something as size of one's fist
Is capable of making oneself flutter or break.
It's amazing how it makes you feel things you shouldn't.
When it starts running a hundred miles,
Whilst catching a glimpse of 'those eyes'.
Making your insides weaken.
The feeling of coming home to.
The feeling of warmth and comfort around you, after a bad day.
Butterflies on the insides,
Every time your hands intertwine.
As you drift into a beautiful yet the most dangerous drug.
But the same heart that gave once gave you butterflies,
Withers.
Thorns and needles,
Ripping its wall apart as you slowly drown.
Slowly drowning deeper into another realm,
As the smile that was once painted your face disappears,
And breathing oxygen becomes punishing.
You embrace yourself with the pain.
The pain that you once thought had faded.
~A.M
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal
Poetry'Words', a weapon powerful enough to break a fragile heart or destroy an immense kingdom. But what if it can be use to heal? What if its a way of escape? I am akshithaa and welcome to the world of Ethereal
