The knife twists at the thought
of you
holding someone else
of you
speaking your
sharp
words
to me
shattering my heart
and now
the fractured pieces
puncture my lungs
and i
cannot
breathe
without you
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Author:
mylittleheart (
Offline) - Published: November 18th, 2016 15:04
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Great write
Hard to breath with a sucking chest wound. Sometimes fatal. Nice metaphor.
Well done. Sorry your heart breaks.
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