I identify with this

At A Loss Of Words

I thought that I wore my heart
on my sleeve, but now I lay
aside myself and I feel
not my hands cupped pillowing,
softening the irate shakes and
throbs that accompany the violence
that is my heart melting from the inside
out through my watery, blurred, vision.

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