'Damaged goods'

Poetic25

You stole my heart-

like a pick-pocket; lifting
it out; from under my
vulnerability, sealing it
tightly in a pendant.

My heart-

oscillating to the
rhythm of your
mood swings.

I attempt to gain
a balance with both,
but always lose;
the momentum,
of my sanity.

I opened up my wounds
and bled my sorrowed
memories of despair
to you.

You-

would tend to them
with inferior; shoddy
patchwork, threading
envy through the glint
in your eye, then unpick
them.

Again...
and,
again..

..rubbing your
insensitivity
deep into my pain.

My heart-

a damaged souvenir
of my sentimental
values

  • Author: Poetic25 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 11th, 2018 09:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Reflection
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Such an emotive write, I do hope that the 'damaged souvenir' becomes mended.

    • Poetic25

      Thank you Goldfinch

      As long as we can try to heal wounds, then the scars become memories of past.
      Thank you
      Michael 🙂



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