I have a little hole in my heart. Where the emotion dribbles out from. The happiness radiates, and bubbles, and evaporates through my skin. A golden and mostly temporary glow. The anger swells but can't squeeze itself through the hole, so expands my heart and makes my chest hurt just that little bit. The sadness drips through the little hole, and is pooling in the bottom of my feet. It's filling me slowly. I need to be rung out. Like a sponge.
There's an empty space in my bed where you used to be.
You were the plug for the hole in my heart. When there wasn't any anger.
I crave for how small you made me feel.
Right now I feel so big. Weighted.
I feel ill.
Lonely.
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