Stream Of My Heart Poem by Georgia Hindmarch

Stream Of My Heart



There are days, moments where it feels like at any moment my heart may burst at the seams. It's tearing me apart bit by bit from the inside and I am helpless. I can only sit back and watch as you obliterate me. What precious little I have left ripped from my very soul and tossed around like how one may find oneself on a rough sea. Bitter is he spray of salt that forms the daggers of your words, of your touch, as they seep their way into my skin, propelling themselves forwards ready to consume my heart. But there is nothing left of it. You took it as if it were malleable clay, soft putty in trusted hands: I let you mould me to your shape. A great fragility that could not endure the harshness of the torment ensued and pushed me even further from you. I felt that any mint ute the pressure of the humid air may do my lungs an unspeakable amount of damage as my chest tightened, breath restricted. It was just as though I was transported back into the dreaded memory of betrayal. When you took my heart, took it without pity or regret, or even a pinch of sadness, and crushed it so easily into a fine grain. Nothing but ashes on the wind, weighing heavily - though a substance light as air - on the guilty conscience of a liar

Thursday, March 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: betrayal,hurt,unrequited love
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