Do you know that I once held your life in my hands?
For a sweet moment, I thought about closing my fingers
I thought about my hand curling into a fist
I thought about you
You now think you were in control
You think you had the power to decide
I gave you that sop to your tattered pride
I thought about you then
Now you tell your friends about your escape
You congratulate yourself and they pat your back
And my hand on its own makes that fist
when I think about you
And my teeth ache
And my pulse pounds
And I want to tear my chest open
And let all the darkness out
if you trouble my thoughts
Because I know the truth, the lies you told
the story of your life, the rot beneath the curls
The whispered pleadings in the night
you thought no one knew
You will never understand why I let you go
You think you still hold a piece of my heart
never understanding that mercy is not
the same as indifference
I thought about you once
But never again.
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4 comments:
Wow. Hmmm.
Is it possible to get a "lump" in your fingers?
Teary...to say the least.
This is powerful and dark. It sent shivers up and down my spine.
This is very powerful and moving Tech but I wish I was seeing less pain there...for your sake.
I think that these lines are the clue of the poem:
You will never understand why I let you go
You think you still hold a piece of my heart
where any form of emotional distress felt by the speaker ends, while _you /she (probably)_ and _her_ stubborn thought persist within her ethereal illusion.
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