“jack of all trades, master of none,

and terribly good at coming undone.”

- me, about me

here’s how i knew that it hurt me bad,

• because i couldn’t hold my tears on the train ride back.
• the pain in my heart felt like a sharp stab,
• and it spread to my head where there’s nothing left.
• sometimes my brain just pulls the plug instead,
• and a numbness starts to take over my chest.

pain may take shape in different ways, but at least it’ll let me know when my heart is going to break.

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