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I think I felt my Heart break
Right here in my chest.
I think I may have broken a rib
When I tried to restrain it –
When it tried to break free
And escape me.
Because I tried to
Pry it open.
Too soon.
I tried to do what you suggested.
And now I’m lying here
Bruised and broken.
Wishing that I was dead –
I should have just stayed in my head
In that place is where I should have remained.
I take back everything I said
Because it’s caused me nothing but pain.
I should have let my thoughts pass into fiction
I should have just stayed in my lane.
I should have saved it all for the poetic metaphor –
I swear, I will never open up again…