I'm sorry
If you see these words
While I hold your heart
In the palm of my hands
Trembling
Because I can be destructive
Without meaning to
My hands are itching
To squeeze shut
Or to drop all it holds
Because
I feel nothing
But the pins and needles
Of my numb fingers
I dont think
I can continue
Holding your heart
And I'd much rather
Hurt you by letting go
Than destroy you
With the tightest squeeze
Of holding on
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My Scribble Thoughts
PoetryMy second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you...
