Brain ChemicalsA Poem by Lost in Wonderland
Brain Chemicals
Perhaps he never broke my heart. Though I’d love to blame all the sleepless nights spent counting cracks in the ceiling and digging my sharp nails into callused palms on his smile… I can’t, because despite romantics, my heart is still in tact. It’s not glass, and it hasn’t shattered- that’s impossible. It’s a lump of red tissue with a steady- albeit slightly slow at the moment- beat that keeps on beating through storms and starry skies. My brain chemicals, however, have been drawn out in some cynical, martyring experiment of jubilation and self mutilation. Instead of mixing red and blue to make purple, I smashed every vial, in violation of my will, (though how could I fight myself?) and turned my autumn bliss grey. An abyss that specializes in dizzying numbness, and, maybe that’s okay. So no, perhaps he did not break my heart. Perhaps he was just a boy, a red leaf that inevitably fell from my autumn tree. And perhaps this bitter cold is my own doing. © 2015 Lost in WonderlandAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on September 22, 2015 Last Updated on September 22, 2015 AuthorLost in WonderlandWherever my books take meAboutHi I'm mickey:) Welcome to my page I've been on this sight for a couple of years now and enjoy getting my writing out there for the world to read:) I appreciate comments and will read anything you .. more..Writing
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