feed me one of your poems

to me, heartbreak is a stomach ache.
it's that
pit of your very being
that
feeling you get
as you cross the threshold--
that
first drop of a
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                                                      . 
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                                                                         . You didn't give the order to sink,
                                                                           but you did place yourself in 
that
rattling cage.
my stomach was never very far from my heart.
I feel sick whenever my heart starts to throb.
It reminds me to eat, my heartbreak.
Food never filled my heart,
but
I am my mother’s child,
and
I eat at the behest of my heart.
my left eye goes blind on rollercoasters.
It’s my
body’s way of reminding me to
Keep watching.
They say life comes at you fast,
but
I always end up crossing that threshold
too soon,
not yet,
it’s not fair to ask for
my heart,
my mind,
my
stomach
to abet.