Salvage your broken pieces stick them to the fridge like magnets; spell out something beautiful, create metaphors and similes that Keats would swoon for. Allow the mangled wire of your rose tinted glasses to hang in the window of the void and never be silenced.
Throw away the necklace not because it cost £5 but because the sentiment seems more like an apology and it's suffocating you.
Eat something other than the echo of his answering machine because if you listen to yourself instead of rumours you will realise you are starving.
Stop trying to weather the storm with in you; learn what each strike of lightning means and what you can learn from every rainy day.
Drape your self in the dress that he locked away, wear it as a symbol of your freedom.
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Molly Walsh (
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There could have been one more line added to this so well written poem:
.....then walk away.
I do love your poem, all of it, but one line just stuck out: "Eat something other than the echo of this answering machine" This is genius!
Thank you so much, always open to constructive criticism 😊
Can't offer much constructive criticism - just great as it is.
Thank you so much
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