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.
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Author:
Lex (
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- 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
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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.
Yes, I'm glad you felt that way! ❤️ Thank you
Very good write, emotional, i enjoyed reading it
Thanks so much 💓
Don't be iffy about the lungs. That was actually my favorite. Heartbreak is certainly multi-system trauma.
Oh wow I'm pleasantly surprised, thank you 🙈
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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