I heard my heart break<\/p>\n
shards of glass were left inside<\/p>\n
my left wrist<\/p>\n
I cut myself<\/p>\n
staring at the pain I couldn’t feel anything<\/p>\n
It was perfectly placed this time<\/p>\n
Maybe it has finally left me,<\/p>\n
my imagination<\/p>\n
was a tool unneeded<\/p>\n
My heart dared me to love myself<\/p>\n
the mortality of what I\u00a0enjoyed confronted me<\/p>\n
it was stone cold<\/p>\n
foul mouthed and closed<\/p>\n
seconds rolled by\u00a0like miles<\/p>\n
I realized I dreamed of this ending differently<\/p>\n
My mind lingered in corridors<\/p>\n
the sounds of love echoed in my consciousness<\/p>\n
thickening my vulnerabilities\u00a0as I sank silently<\/p>\n
all I could think about was my pleading eyes<\/p>\n
as I placed my heart at his feet<\/p>\n
leaving me\u00a0to stare\u00a0at my own reflection alone<\/p>\n
a minute long conversation was all it took<\/p>\n
and I knew we were done<\/p>\n
scratching the surface of my strong self<\/p>\n
I dug inside deep enough<\/p>\n
to remove that pain<\/p>\n
like candle wax it warmly dripped<\/p>\n
as I painted the canvas of the unknown<\/p>\n
with a fading ache and fear<\/p>\n
of\u00a0knowing I would have to live<\/p>\n
without his shadow<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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