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N.Meram

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

5 poems·Since May 2017
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Aftermath

October 20, 2017

My heart has felt everything and then nothing
It has been ripped and burned and then sewn back together with broken fingers
So I put it where nobody can touch it, deep below my belly, hidden in the darkness
My organs have grown around it, so that if I die my heart will be the last thing to fade out into the nothingness
And the reason I go to all these lengths to protect myself is because of you.
I lie when I say I don’t think of you, but you cross my mind more times than I’ll ever fucking admit.
I have words that sit on the tip of my tongue, and a mind that dares me to say them
But I’ve sewn my lips to prevent me from speaking
I don’t know how to let you go because I’m still reeling off the high I was once on
So I sit in silence, staring at ceiling tiles, wondering if you’ll ever come back to me

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