New Names For Old Heartaches

New Names For Old Heartaches

A Poem by Morgan|Intelligent|witty|gemini

How many years have I carried
my heart like a coin purse?
Handed it out like loose change?
Heart in a sandwich bag--
School science project--
how many licks to the center of a tragic backstory?
I didn't wallow in it;
I made friends with the lonely.
I walked it out to the water.
I held it's hand when it tried to drown me.
I painted on the bravest face I know.
I survived heartache by the handful--
so, no. Hard as you tried to hurt me.
you're not special.
you're the flavor of the week and trust me-- I've had better.
This isn't a poem.
This is digging you out of my bones with a carving knife.
I don't know much about love, but it's not supposed to hurt.
It's not supposed to hurt.

© 2019 Morgan|Intelligent|witty|gemini


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Added on September 13, 2019
Last Updated on September 13, 2019
Tags: Mental Health, BPD, poem, poems, monolouges, monolouge, inner monolouge, mental illness, feelings, emotions, life, free verse poem, sad, sadness, empty, emptiness

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Morgan|Intelligent|witty|gemini
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My names Morgan, I'm 26 years old. I have a pretty cool cat and a witty personality. I tend to have a lot of emotions and feelings that I don't always understand or that I understand all to well, eith.. more..

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