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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2197724
I don't know if this is poetry or not
I am in a decaying body and the process of falling apart has been sped up. I can feel my lungs rotting in my chest and I can imagine the garden that will sprout from them when I'm buried in the ground.

I can't imagine a world without empathy because I am so full of it that I'm bubbling over and emotions are all I can think in anymore. If you look at me with tears in your eyes I will see them as my eyes and soon there's no difference.

I feel as though I've known every feeling through the hearts of others and maybe that's why my own heart doesn't know how to work on it's own. You seem sad today and my heart aches for you more than it ever has for me.

You felt empty when I looked in your eyes so I carved a piece of my heart and gave it to you. You had never held something so precious and you told me it was safe but you hungered for more.

I asked once in an online chat room If I jumped off a very tall building do you think it would kill me? Someone said No, I think you would fly. It's haunting to think of the wings shoving their way up from my back and casting me into the air.

Would you still love me if you knew the things I've done to myself? You watch me slice my heart over and over and never say a word. You just pick up the pieces and hold them, crying with my eyes.
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