silent cry

curled
fetal position
lessens the pain

a weep, so deep
no sound escapes lips

heart grows weary
pretending
to be strong

~~~

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to the extremes

decades saw brain
throned
all thinking, no feelings

one day heart
rebelled
all feelings, pouring, over the top

all out of whack

brain calls heart
crazy
heart says brain
slept on the job

thrown off balance
they stare
at each other

‘now where does that
leave us’

~~~

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state of the (he)art

what do you call
state of being full
heart spills onto a page
leaving indelible marks
only paper could feel
its scribbles
beyond blinking screens

~~~

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stealing you

Among chaos
I found a small opening

crouching, I looked
for space to breathe

mere seconds stolen
to gather thoughts
put them back in the heart

where you waited.

~~~

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shards squared

A fall from heights
heart shattered
into a million pieces

licking wounds and counting holes
limping and bruised it crawled
to a space new yet old

collecting shards
cutting skin while trying
to put them away,
stronger now
though another fall
would kill.

~~~

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why heart hated rain

bewitched

immersed in a raindance
—struck by lightning

burned; close to flatlining
swore against raindrops:
demon in disguise

~~~

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the fine print

Nothing about this is simple
nor painless.

If you read the fine print
you’d know that for every heartbeat
they will take away two
and your soul, too.

Each passing second
will make you feel like
you’re running out of air,
and no matter what
you’ll always be wanting more
until you’re left
spent and numb
with barely anything else
to give.

~~~

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absence is the only option

It lives among rustling of trees
letting space between leaves
leave but a void

non-existence of sound tells a tale
of every flaw scratched on petals
silently they fall
like dusk kissing the ground

so silent the heart wonders
if it’s still there.

~~~

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