Your words like sweet tree sap
Drop onto my lips
Drip down my throat
They harden
I have to believe them
You have been here before
But your wore a different face
And brandished yourself a new name
But I know you
So I let you in
You ripped wallpaper from my walls
Smashed my windows
Tore up my carpets
Broke my bed
Yet I let you in
You burnt my books
Shattered my mirrors
Cut up my clothes
Buried my rings
Yet I let you in
You pour tree sap down my throat
Until my words were your words
My smile was your smile
My body was your body
So I let you in
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Author:
Brooke Carters (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Letting in these potent lines with pleasure - an engaging read Brooke.
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