Might lose my fucking mind…but at least I have a heart. 

I’m lost again.
Knew better than to trust-
knew better than to love. I knew better than to make you my everything.

Yet here I am, left with nothing.
You lied, you cheated, you stole. You deceived, you played, you stabbed me in the back.
You left me holding the bag of your disgrace.

But I don’t want it. I don’t want you. (Spoken in your voice, that time you said you HATE me). You never deserved me. I don’t want you.

And yet, here I am, with nothing left.
You walk away, smile on your face, pain and blame tossed to me.
Why would I pick it up? That’s your mess.

I try to feel peace. But panic attacks and anxiety consume me because I have a heart.
I have a heart that feels true love, and true pain.

I have a heart. Might lose my fucking mind…but at least I have a heart.

 

 

 

About mindofthemasses

S.G. is a creative scientist that often ponders the state of the world in sad confusion. Befuddled by how far from harmony the human race has come, she tries to make sense of it all with intuition, reason, and above all else an open mind.
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