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i am
one in your
collection
of voodoo dolls
you keep
on the shelf
above your bed.
maybe it helps you sleep?
counting all the
pins you stuck
in all the hearts
you tore
do you think it holds them together?
saying all the things
you say
to put out
the fires,
placate the raging flames
because you have done nothing wrong -
ever.
do you really believe that?
i am just another
string unraveled,
a tangle of ties
tethered to you -
i held your heart
in my cupped hands
so no one would touch it.
does it matter that i loved you?
(i don’t know - i might still).
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (2)
Damn, damn, damn, Sara! You just have such a wicked way with words. Always find your work tugs at the heart and is amazing from an artistic point of view too! Well done, on another fine piece!
This was so freaking relatable! Loved your poem!