“Write me a poem”

You asked me to write a poem about you

Then you asked my best friend if I’d hurt you

 

Almost as if my words wouldn’t already strangle you and make you lose all sense of reality.

Suffocation will be the death of you once you read what roams my mind.

 

Will I hurt you?

What about will you hurt me?

Will you break my heart?

 

Don’t think that just because I’ve been the heart-breaker means I haven’t been hurt before.

 

Hurt.

Being hurt doesn’t matter if you’re the one holding the heart or being the heartbreaker.

 

Anyone can be hurt.

You hurt me without even trying.

And you didn’t even break my heart.

You broke my head.

My brain split into pieces

Like a puzzle

And not even the nerves in my mind can put them back together.

 

You left me unconscious.

Unable to think.

 

Maybe that’s a good thing.

 

Maybe it’s better to not think about all of the girls you’ve been with

 

This way,

 

you wouldn’t be known as a heart-breaker.

 

Almost as if your words hadn’t already strangled me and made me lose all sense of reality.

Suffocation will be the death of me once you read what roams my mind.

– j.ds

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