I feel as tho I've been punched in the nose
knowing that feeling by heart
the experiences ingrained in my mind

the fist colliding with my flesh

the shock of the first blow

the breath of surprisingly fresh air

before the blood begins to flow

it dribbles over my lips

the metallic taste overwhelming my senses

salty tears rushing to join in

I feel as tho I've been punched in the nose
I can taste it
smell it
feel it
hear it
just one sense is missing

I can't see it
I can't see it
its not real
or is it?
Is he even real?
Am I just imagining the experience?
Am I lying to everyone, myself included?
Am I fake?
Am I crazy?
What
Is
Going
On
W
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L
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a/n: hey lovelies, its been a minute, or, well, it feels that way. I wrote this poem, as you can see by the title, when I was spiraling with my thoughts.
I just wanted to share that all my poetry is written in the moment, usually while I'm breaking down, disassociating, or for the occasional happy/love poem, when I'm in a good happy moment. I know that it can be very vulnerable at times(lol a lot of the time) but honestly its really freeing to share all this with you guys.
I hope y'all as well get something outta reading my poetry, whether its learning about mental health, or maybe finding out someone else feels the same you do, or maybe, just maybe, because you like poetry :)
If you ever want to talk, my dms are open, not saying I'll have advice, but I'm a good listener and I'd love to hear what you have to say.

See ya soon,
Mable

p.s. sorry for all the name changes for those of you who have been here through the thick and thin, as you know I'm an indecisive person