I ache for clarity
but would rather
bleed quietly than ask.
In the mirror, I practice indifference:
shoulders easy,
eyes unhooked from the past,
face arranged into careful stillness.
Outside, the night keeps moving.
I line up the moments
you didn't stay.
Call it evidence.
Stack them neatly.
Make them mean something.
Nothing resolves.
The pieces remain pieces.
I only become better
at carrying them
without letting them show.
No one notices
how much effort it takes
to keep a wound
looking organized.
Contemporary Poetry, Emotional Poetry, Emotional Suppression, Heartbreak Poetry, Hidden Pain, Indifference, Overthinking, Poetry, Relationships, Uncertainty
Meet the Author
Malana Kline
Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.
Come curious. Stay weird. 🌿
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