if he didn’t love me he could've kept it to himself

free verse poetry

it’s him he did this to me pulled down my walls broke open my skin filled me up with words put me back together, just to poke holes and watch the letters seep out of my heart but the words aren’t forming tonight they’re falling out of me like stars tearing through my fingertips I am not filled with poetry

I have been fragmented.

my soul is wailing my eyes are running my stomach is turning the keyboard is breaking the pen keeps talking and I am wise enough to put myself back together, leave the words behind stitch my chest back up put them walls back up (and make sure you back up) because he did this to me it was him.

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