Heartbroken • 5/31/23

My binder isn’t on, but I can’t breathe.
My chest has been aching, convulsing from the pain
Of the wounds you’ve bored into my heart
Cutting through the once soft skin I possessed
Now hardened and rough to bear your repeated stabbings

You ask me if I know what being heartbroken feels like
I wince to myself as memories flash
Of the countless times you have wronged me
I suppose, I reply…
Holding back the years’ worth of tears and anguish
Harbored in my soul

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