Sometimes it's like a cannonball of butterflies hitting my chest, and they flutter as my ribs crack, and I wish I knew how to explode.
I don't know what we're hoping for as the sky turns black and sucks the life out of the ones that we love. I wish there was an explanation for falling down so goddamn hard, or losing your breath until you drown.
I wish there was an explanation for pounding hearts splitting through the middle, and forgetting the words to every song that ever meant something.
I want to pray but my tongue wont stop twisting through bedtime lullabies and screaming I miss you at the top of my lungs.
Why does faith always have to be so ugly?
And you keep trying to explain how empty you've become and everyone tells you to keep holding on and that you'll be okay and you choke on their promises because you know that they can't possibly understand.
Peace can't be defined by the flowers that were sent or the apologies people ripped through your chest.
Because the truth is hanging like a shadow over you, forever.
Forever.
And that word means nothing to you now.
And neither does goodbye.
Author notes
Title credit - Jimmy Eat World - Hear you me
Rest in peace Grandpa. I hope you meet my dad in heaven.
I miss you both so much already.
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i loved the entier poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! great job!!! i am definatly givind u clappies!
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Sometimes it's like a cannonball of butterflies hitting my chest
-i just adore, adore, adore the way you've used the word 'sometimes' and combined it with such a surreal image. it gives a real, raw sting to it.
losing your breath until you drown
-LOVEEE.
LOVE
LOVE.
that is one of my favourite JEW songs. though there are quite a few. all i can say about this poem is that it hurts. through every corner and crack, it is painful.
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