inside out

when I say gutted

I’m saying that

I am still functional

and still appetizing

  like a deviled egg or

  a twice-baked potato

but inside out is

not 

very 

pretty

heartache is a handful

of nothing really,

heavy is the weight

you assign to your

own grief

when I say hurt

I’m saying that

I want you to hurt

for me

because I already

have enough pain

my reincarnation

is doomed

to fail

five more minutes of this

decides my fate

there’s not much more

to say

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