…feels….

You have those memories of false expectations;

hopes, that you run away from.

But they are following you closer than your shadow,

the heaviness is pressing your chest,

and you are too afraid to turn your head back,

feeling that they are there,

and that you’ll get hurt seeing them.

 

I cut my heart out, to be sure, that it still bleeds, alive….feels….

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