Only one breath left,
Only one touch disintegrated into thin air.
I wanted so much more than you could give.
And blamed you
For the very thing you could not control.
I did love you.
I love you,
But that love flows from me
Like blood from a gently weeping wound.
The dagger lays on the ground,
Has my name,
My sorrow,
My intention.
I could no longer let it sit in a pristine glass case,
Waiting to be used.
I do not know what you think.
Is pain real if it isn’t uttered?
Is love real if it isn’t made clear to the heavens mountains valleys flowers...
In a pool of dark ambiguity,
I drowned.
I hope you felt what I felt.
Because that is why-
the struggle would be justified.
Until then,
I release my fingers from the hilt of the weapon
And let it fall freely to the floor.
About the Creator
Michelle P
I love to write poetry as well as anything that comes to mind. I hope you enjoy reading my things as much as I do writing them!
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