by Rachel Nimeth
I can feel you cry
With every beat
My heart feebly takes.
It shudders once,
As if in contempt
For the emotions
Being stitched upon it.
I can feel you gasp
With every ragged breath
My ragged body attempts.
It quivers once,
As if in silent protest
For the strain
Being stitched upon it.
I can feel your last breath
Echo through my entire body.
Filling me with a sense of
Hollow defeat.
I break once again,
Quietly accepting
The strain of emotion
Being stitched upon me.