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It's What's On The Inside That Matters
I can touch your eyes
your guts
your lies
but never your heart,
through the blood and gore
I haven't found one
and oh how I have looked
chop,
chop,
chop,
and still nothing
no beat
no valves
no fucking heart
I knew it all along
I swear I did
all I have
is a bloody mess,
and no fucking garbage bags,
what's a broken girl to do?
buck the fuck up and move the fuck on
that's what.......
no heart lived
nor breathed
it wasn't a man
it was a disease
think of me like the CDC,
killing germs.
your guts
your lies
but never your heart,
through the blood and gore
I haven't found one
and oh how I have looked
chop,
chop,
chop,
and still nothing
no beat
no valves
no fucking heart
I knew it all along
I swear I did
all I have
is a bloody mess,
and no fucking garbage bags,
what's a broken girl to do?
buck the fuck up and move the fuck on
that's what.......
no heart lived
nor breathed
it wasn't a man
it was a disease
think of me like the CDC,
killing germs.
Published 27th Dec 2013
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27th Dec 2013 10:10am
big hurt....yr working it thru....keep channeling
thru yr writing ....plenty folks here 'know'.
you are your own blessing
27th Dec 2013 10:56am
27th Dec 2013 9:28pm
29th Dec 2013 10:39am
The sense of loss, sadness and total despair shine thought this work like a fresh cut scar upon the soul Nikki.Great expressive write my friend.
Move on.
Move on.
31st Dec 2013 3:53am
