What Am I Doing? Poem by nina ...

Im packing my bags
Im going to leave
Youre the reason my heart drags
The reason my heart is aggrieved

im not taking these bags ive packed
im not wearing any shoes
my heart is stacked
my heart is a bruise

im carrying a waterfall on my face
im holding your malevolence on my shoulders
my heart is at an unbearable pace
my heart has been left to molder

this is over
this is done
youre not my clover
youre my suicide gun

my heart can be fixed
my heart can be filled with love
its not transfixed
its going to rise above