One ear hears the shuffling of secrets.
The other hears piano through thin walls.
One half wonders if you meant it,
The other half ignores your calls.
To you I give
My will to live
And I hear you say
'I won't go away'
One hand holds a cardboard knife.
The other grips a pen.
One half prays, with all your might,
The other won't do this again.
Nothing is enough
To call your bluff
And escape from
Under your thumb
One eye tastes the lies you spew.
The other drinks them straight.
One heart is entranced by you,
The other beats with hate.
I loathe to know
To make you go
I must do the same
And win this game
One fist is bruised around the knuckle.
The other is clenched for a fight.
One half is sure, you won't buckle,
The other thinks you might.
My tears you take
To fill a lake
And weigh me down
And watch me drown
One ear hears the shuffling of secrets.
The other knows the music stopped.
One half realises, you meant it.
The other half isn't shocked.
And the branch I use
To hang my noose
You'll cut
For firewood.
~ Willow Craven
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Willow Craven (Pseudonym) (
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Amazing. You had me gripped with this. Usually i get bored with works of this length, give up and go looking for better. Today there are non better. This is a tremendous piece delivering the duality of love so aptly. Been there, done that, scars healing (still) and you describe it all with a grace and as if it is to be accepted as the norm... which of course it is... how wise you are.
Definitely into my favourites.
Well you've officially made my day, thank you so much!
Really nicely written, love the use of formatting 🙂
Thank you, I appreciate it
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