(no subject)
"Douse the fire
that boils the
blood and push
the feelings
down,
And pant the
parts kicked by
ones who rare-
ly give a
thought,
The eyes that
part with glass
that pools rare-
ly hear the
sound
Of running
bits and pieces
that could plum-
met to the
ground."
You're so angry you don't even notice how broken your heart is. You worked to cover up the portions of yourself that might let on how horrible you feel. When it hits you, you're taken by surprise. You don't know what triggered the tears, but they won't stop falling. And, you hadn't thought, before, of how it would be when it all hit you.
that boils the
blood and push
the feelings
down,
And pant the
parts kicked by
ones who rare-
ly give a
thought,
The eyes that
part with glass
that pools rare-
ly hear the
sound
Of running
bits and pieces
that could plum-
met to the
ground."
You're so angry you don't even notice how broken your heart is. You worked to cover up the portions of yourself that might let on how horrible you feel. When it hits you, you're taken by surprise. You don't know what triggered the tears, but they won't stop falling. And, you hadn't thought, before, of how it would be when it all hit you.