You Don'T Know Whats Best Poem by Desiree Whitamore

with this tongue tied statement
i've pulled my knees to my chest
and with my out of body experience
my broken, beaten heart seems to take a rest.

and i can close my eyes
and kill myself with the image
of what you didn't realize
and remove this bloody bandage

i can picture your angry face
bleed slowly into my own
i can feel my soul leave this place
and continue on alone.

i've started suffering from this disease
of a no name consequence
and you can try whatever you please
but i've mastered these awkward incidents

and i can see your heart
ripped quietly from your chest
and this knowledge rips you apart
and, see, you don't know whats best.