There are traces of you in my lungs. Each inhale is laced with your sighs and moans filling my mouth. I don't want to breathe anymore.

There are traces of you in my fingertips. Every touch brings me back to your soft hair and rough hands. I don't want to feel anymore.

There are traces of you on my tongue. Each lick is tainted with your sour words. I don't want to taste anymore.

There are traces of you in my eyes. Every tear that falls is filled with water, salt, and the memory of your carelessness. I don't want to see anymore.

There are traces of you in my heart. Each heart string is smothered with your false love and affection. I don't want my heart to beat anymore.

  • Author: Lex (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2017 01:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: As always... I'm iffy about certain things on this one, like the lung and tongue parts. I really do like the other three. I think this is a good poem overall but 🤷🏼‍♀️
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 28


  • Nicholas Browning

    Ahh, the scars of love. Detrimental to one's health I might say. Feeling like you're at a loss after, or while loving someone is a horrible thing indeed. Best wishes, and happy writing.

    • Lex

      Yes, I'm glad you felt that way! ❤️ Thank you

    • Brycycle

      Very good write, emotional, i enjoyed reading it

      • Lex

        Thanks so much 💓

      • Heather T

        Don't be iffy about the lungs. That was actually my favorite. Heartbreak is certainly multi-system trauma.

        • Lex

          Oh wow I'm pleasantly surprised, thank you 🙈

          • Heather T

            Lex, if you have a chance go to my profile and find "sticks, stones, and the futility of fingers". The lungs are a feature. I appreciate visceral poetry.

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