ramblings · thoughts

Your Stitches (my corpse)

The words I never said choked me,
the thoughts I never shared drowned me.
At the end you found a corpse
of stitched-together flaws
and good intentions,
and stayed around long enough
so I cut myself open and
start pouring,
my rivers trying to tear down
the defences
and the castles
built around your heart.

– Me, I opened up, will you?

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