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Your Favorite Broken Thing
It hit me like a bus
So abrupt
So destructive
Unexpected
My heart dropped
As my questions gathered
Pulling it down
Sickness filled my body
My head and stomach
Tossed
In a stormy voyage
I drowned myself in my own tears
Suffocated myself in my pillow
I bellowed as my mother held me
I was so filled with hurt
At the same time
So empty
I ripped at my chest
Trying to escape
My heart had to be comforted
But
I could not reach it
I could not reach it
Get it off of my body
To wash it off
All that I wanted
I let the water burn my skin
So I could feel something else
Could feel something I understood
I wanted out
Out of my head
Out of my skin
Out of my pain
I scrubbed until my body was pink
Until my scalp ached
Trying to no longer feel him
Looking in the mirror
shivering
Broken
Eyes bloodshot and glowing
Alive, stuck in this state of sorrow
But hey
He loved my eyes
and they are oh so pretty
when I cry
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