Flat is the way I feel when I feel the slap of your fury.
When you run away from the hard things and leave me sitting on the floor crying.
The sting of words, the crush of your absence.
Our love slowly dying.
Flat is the way I feel when the choice to see you is taken from me, ,
When you choose to be somewhere far away.
Distance is your defense,
There are no more words to say.
Flat is the way I feel when my feelings roar in my head,
The only way out is with the sharp edge of a blade,
Biting down on my secret place,
Feeling the release with each wound I’ve made.
Waiting for the red rawness to trickle its way down,
Into my waiting palm,
Where it puddles.
A place, a way, to hold on.
The liquid of all my emotions comes down to this —
This puddle, this spot, this stain,
Just there.
Just waiting.
On hold.
Flat.
I tentatively touch my feelings with my tongue,
Salty, metallic, raw,
Flat.
Can I lick away the pain?
Can I taste all the things that went wrong?
I dip my fingertip into my emotions,
To try and draw out the story.
The words aren’t right,
The pictures bleed through.
I put my fingertip into my mouth.
I taste,
Flat.
-- LM D'Lishes💋
TheBlindWriter 