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Aug 19
poem
GreyBean

My heart

i. 
my words only come out in
sudden fits of passion,
and then they’re
gone
again. 

ii. 
gone:
maybe i know the feeling too well—
my empty chest beats silently
ever since the sun rose. 
i cry because it feels good
to wash away all the feelings. 
but crying is like rain. 
it just moves all the water to another
deeper
spot. 

iii. 
i don’t know how to put my feelings
into words. 
i’m a broken poet.
(but aren’t we all?)

iv. 
she reminds me of almonds
and yarn
and grapes
and scarves
and white houses that look like hospitals. 

v. 
i hate that i’m a girl
with only one grandmother. 
i hate that i feel like something’s missing—
like something’s always going to be missing. 

vi.
what am i without my heart?
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  1. Kittykatruff
    Aug 20, 2021

    This is a beautiful poem. I especially love your imagery about how "crying...just moves all the water to another deeper spot"

    I_Love_Poetry

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  1. GreyBean
    Aug 20, 2021

    Thank you! :)

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  1. amaryllis
    Aug 20, 2021

    Woah. "i'm a broken poet. (but aren't we all". This is gorgeous and so, so true.

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  1. GreyBean
    Aug 21, 2021

    Thank you!! :)

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