Where The Heart Is Read Count : 10

Category : Poems

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I talk to someone new.
There's always something off about it.
I'm not all in for it.
Because somewhere else my heart does sit.

Does she know she still holds it?
Would she ignore me if I messaged?
Why am I so scared of this shit?
It's been so long since I've even talked to her.

She made me happy, though I never told her.
I wanted to hold her, but again I never told her.
I then found myself repeating a process.
Getting so messed up I was rarely ever consious. 

In and out of jail I went.
2-5 times a year I'd be sent.
I alone hold the blame
I alone hold the shame.

Nothing has ever been the same.
When we stopped talking, it felt like a hurricane and still does to this day.


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