Jody Renee Pantiga Poems

Words may not
Tear flesh, break bones
The way sticks do
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Dear You,
You know who you are
speaking of broken bloody hearts
as if you were the first to know
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I try to make myself forget
The way you smell,
How your chest feels
Under my fingertips
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-here’s to the night-

When I began to say goodbye
Staring into the fire
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The doctors said you died
Some time before
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What do you see
As I stand before you,
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I'm broken each time
I see your picture
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