Body Composition


I am 60% sadness
It seeps through the cracks of my skin
And has diffused into my blood.

I am 30% pain
Because my heart can only pump sadness
through these weary veins and drooping muscles.

The last 10% of me is empty space
Because you happened to take
part of me
And call it your own.

With no fair warning.

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