UntitledA Poem by WrdlvrPush me, pull me, tear at me. Reach into my chest, take out my heart, lace it through the fingers of your outstretched hand and squeeze… The effect of your words has the same result. Blood drips slowly from the attacks you have made on my soul. Severed skin, jagged flesh, visible scars. Wicked words, manipulation, paralyzing guilt. Yet the seething anger churning within me is forcing me to react, to move, to stop allowing you to do this. I wondered what it would feel like the day I fell out of love with you… The day my shattered heart began to reattach the pieces of itself. I wondered how I would see you, how the light would fall across your face. I wondered what tone would befall the sound of your voice. You are a stranger to me now with the vaguely familiar characteristics of someone I used to know. Your words sing of jealousy and resentment and the sight of you is angry and sad. Your presence attaches itself to me like a chain dragging me backwards in time. With constant references and reminders of who I no longer am. Your need and want for me have become ironic representations of the passage of time. Evolution, rebirth, and the phoenix, rising like the sun. This is who I am, I’m sorry you don’t recognize me. © 2011 Wrdlvr |
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Added on February 16, 2011 Last Updated on February 16, 2011 Author
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