As your owner, I think I am quite justified in informing you (rather firmly, I might add) that things have gone on for quite long enough. I have provided you with a perfect place to nestle (safely behind my ribcage), I keep the both of us healthy with plenty physical activity, and I positively shower you with antioxidants! I have proven myself to be fair, kind, and caring. But for some reason, you still feel the need to cause me so much pain. I know that it’s all because of that boy.
Foolish heart, you almost made me believe that I was the one in love with him. Which is an almost unfathomably silly notion, of course. Heart, I have tolerated much from you in the past, but I forbid you to perpetuate this madness. I suppose that pumping blood and oxygen all day long can be a mundane and lonely vigil, but heartbreak can’t possibly be too enjoyable for you either.
Basically what I’m getting at here is…I didn’t hire you to fuck with my emotions so quit it or I’m having you transplanted, you useless, defective organ.
I miss the breath of your bones The still of your silence The heat of your heart. On me.
I miss the existence of belonging As a part of someone else, Intertwined in strands of your soul And branches of your veins. Amidst crumpled white sheets, Tangled webs of hair And sunlight peeking through…
this time of year always creeps me out because it would always be around this time i would be planning my best friend shanna’s birthday partytimes because i did everything for that girl. 5th birthday without her in my life. loved her big head since i was 5. i think she would be proud of me. she always was.