The beats outside our chest

You put your heart in your pocket to try and keep it from the world, but there’s this hand keeping warm and these eyes keeping you distracted.
And when you can finally breathe, you’re not sure if you’re emptier in the absence.


the moments between.

I will never forget the cruel and sad curve of your mouth. The unyielding strength of your hands. The way your eyes crushed me more than your fists ever could.

I will never forget the internal scars. The brutal words. The biting accusations.

I will never forget that abuse can be silent.