I know you miss him,
But don’t get it twisted-
Your use to him exceeds,
All your wants and needs
With lust to fulfill,
Promise easily made
He Conquers to kill,
No light left to be saved
Heavy pit of dread,
Sitting deep in my throat
The yearning must end,
Lest I become provoked
To act on feelings
That show my unresolve
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Author:
TwistedLogic (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2025 10:14
- Comment from author about the poem: experiences with the unhealed avoidant
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Comments2
Enjoyed the read, as they say don't poke the wasps best, nicely done
thank you 🙂
You are very welcome
A sense of strong feelings buried. Well written and composed.
Thank you
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