Thursday, 5 September 2013


I said “leave!”
it wouldn’t leave
I said “go!”
it wouldn’t go
and it has stayed
ever since
it has made
a home out
of my core
it has created
a million wounds
no, sir, not on the
exterior (they will fade and
the pain is momentary)
the wounds are
inflicted on the surface
of my pulsating heart
corporeal, tangible
if only each beat could
erase one scar
I want to ask it
“Why are you
telling me to
miss someone
who is never mine
to begin with?”
I wonder if it
would say
“Do you want
me to be all bottled
I wonder
whether having it
is better than to have none

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