I feel broken, like a million shards of glass all use to be one, now all in separate pieces on the floor… Spread out, and alone.
I feel hurt, like someone just shoved my heart into a blender with some raw eggs and pressed “blend”; leaving the top off so pieces of me can go everywhere…
I feel alone… searching in the dark but no one is to be seen for miles; what is to become of me?
I don’t want to touch you… Your sent makes rivers of salt water rain from my eyes, down my hot cheeks; like acid, ripping away at my flesh.
In a ball on the floor; chin to chest, hands to the back of my head, knees to forehead.
I rock back and forth; trying to convince myself everything will be okay. And these tears will go away, leaving me to my rest.
My head hits the pillow with such grace, my curls spreading out over the silk sheets.
I sleep once again, only to awake asking why I am still here. Why the pain still aches in my heart; or what is left of it. I am unwilling to re-mend that broken heart; I have mended it to many times before. The proof on my fingertips which are filled with puncture wounds from a needle, a needle that is broken and thrown away with such ease.
You will not feast on me today. The rain clouds over my head will blur your vision, leaving you paralyzed in the mist of my sanctuary.
Wait... What was that? Did… Did you hear it? My heart beat once more!!!
But only to be broken by lifeless nails that tare at my soul; trying to erase me from my family tree. But it doesn’t matter… I was never really here, never really listening… I am only a figment of your imagination;
Someone or something you can play with… Then once I’m broken… Throw away.