X on My Stomach

Morningstar
I want to carve an X on my stomach,
And call it you and me,
I wanted to go on,
You wanted to be free.

Our paths somehow connected,
Like an X,
They crossed so many times,
So now I sit,
And write some shit,
And holy hell,
it rhymes!

Are you doing this on purpose?
Leaving me all alone,
No more talking on the phone,
What is this sappy shit I'm writing?

I don't care,
Well,
I mean,
I do,
I care about you,
I really do!

I don't care about myself,
My feelings,
Not at all,
I'll sit all alone,
crying,
In a bathroom stall.

Writing our names together,
Along the sea-green wall,
Then bashing that wall in,
While screaming.

Screaming so loudly,
it hurts,
it bleeds.

But the hurt in my voice is
nothing
compared to the hurt
you've put in my heart.

The X on my stomach is
nothing
compared to the hole
you've put in my heart.

Published by Morningstar

I'm a middle grades teacher who does freelance writing. I am also a home owner, world traveler, animal lover, and coupon queen. I enjoy bargain hunting and shop at thrift stores and garage sales.  View profile

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