I could hug you close and would still not feel your heart beating.
I could press my ears against your chest,
but I would only hear the voice of that hollowness.
I could tear your chest open and reach into it with my arms,
but I would only feel that emptiness inside.

You told me, you traded your heart for the things you loved.
You told me, it came back broken and shattered.
You told me, the things you lost turned it into ashes.
But I still hoped that I could touch an untouched part of it.

Now that I lay curled up on my floor sleepless and freezing,
I feel the numbness you feel all the time.
I see the life that would never be mine.
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@fernweh

#AnOdeToSelf


© Chintha