A shard of me
split off young.
Buried deep,
a loaded gun...
I try to pretend
or forget, or reject,
but it's still there —
inside,
on the
outside.
GET RID OF IT!
NEVER
will I let her be
one with me.
cut her,
burn her,
leave her
to die.
she doesn't need attention,
she doesn't need affection.
A cold place,
a dark place,
a sick place
and angry.
And memories
that don't belong
to me.
Jealousy.
Why me?
Don't I also get to be
whole?
A hole
down deep
at the bottom of my soul
dripping through the cracks
to join
another me below.
howling and whispering
imprisoned in my shadow.
she doesn't need attention,
she doesn't need affection.
cut her,
burn her,
leave her
to die.
with the memories
that don't belong
to me.
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Windows on the Sea - a collection of poetry.
PoetryThe poems in this collection are not related to relationships, but rather other experiences I've had in my life. Hope you enjoy!
