My mind is where
you live,
but my heart
pays the
rent.
The toll was
all yours as you
took one from
me today.
Every other
thought,
I push, I drift,
yet you stay.
This one is
deep.
Stitches won't do.
I'm really
not okay—
my scars all
in the
shape of you.
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– NoeticNonsense (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
This poem speaks to the place that another takes in one's heart. Nicely written
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