Postmarked from somewhere
Might as well be nowhere
Written by no one
You’re invisible to me
How are you? How have you been?
Where do you want me to begin?
Picking up the broken pieces of my blood-stained soul?
No?
I ask of you here
Go wash your hands in the river
Until the water runs clear
You’re sorry..so sorry
It’s the same old story
I don’t want to choke on the lines that you feed
Once my lover, you stole my heart
Tore it up, then ripped it apart
Kept it in a box
Without a key
Couldn’t you see what you were doing to me?
You want me back? You love me still?
I can’t swallow you’re jagged little pill
The purplish bruises have started to heal
You’re weak
I’m strong
I’ve carried on
You’re invisible to me
Destiny Poets
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been there…done that… painful process of rebuilding yourself after the love crash! great write!
Acerbic, uncompromising,this poem has a steel-toecap at the end of it ! Ideal performance poetry material.
This was a tough one to write, and I thank you Iulia and Louis for your comments 🙂 Sometimes words just need to be said, and put down on paper, this one was not the normal for me, and I hesitated before posting.