Post Burnout
TalinyFrost
The imprint of fingers flowing on skin
so heavenly
taken away by the lasting effect
of trying to keep life in order
but failing miserably.
Talking ceases
although questions are asked
and apologies are written
in a somber note
requesting closure
that never comes.
Nights spent
watching old movies
and listening to rain
don't exist anymore,
but did they ever?
Casual conversation
about the future you planned
ends abruptly
and I fail to understand
how the "I love you"s
and "You make me happy"s
withered away
like octogenarians
in nursing homes.
Remembrance of breath
embracing the neck
leaves me feeling insecure.
Where are you now,
after countless expressions
of complete and unconditional love?
Never mind.
I don't want to know.
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TalinyFrost
Ripped out of my chest -
sputtering air and blood
and leaving behind a worthless diaphragm -
my lungs are being nailed to the cement
with a cell phone;
a similar feeling to what you get
from inhaling burning bleach.
Jealousy himself loomed over me
and threatened to carve his name on your back
with a ballpoint pen.
My fingers typed words
that I didn't want to say
and what I wanted to say
remained unwritten
It doesn't make any sense now.
You weren't worth it.
You'll never know what really happened.
Skwerli Community Member 
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