literature

Holes

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The absence of spring has cursed me.
Winter punctures my hope with snowflakes,
and winds gnaw through my jacket.

I was alone before you found me,
I am alone when you leave.

There's a hole in the middle of my lungs,
it whistles,
There's a hole in the middle of my heart,
it bleeds,
There's a hole in the middle of my trust,
it bristles,
and actions speak louder than deeds.

I woke up halfway to morning,
caressing hope in the dead hours,
teasing it until it believed in me,
as much as I believed in it.
I'm hating everything right now.
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Hfeather53's avatar
i'm sorry you're having such a rough time... if you ever want to talk feel free to note me... :hug:

(i love your writing and i'm so glad i started watching you)