poems

my heart is bleeding out

I reach in my chest and take it out

ow 

that hurt

but now, i can't feel

I put the heart in a box 

sealed away 

with no one to seek it out 

it still pumps

I hear it 

but I can't feel 

my insides are empty 

my organs all mushed togther

now that my heart is missing 

but now, I can't feel

you reach inside 

but there's nothing left 

what is there to grasp 

but an empty hole 

a missing spot