A Piece Of Me - Poem by Melanie Fairhurst
I miss you
I feel as though a part of me is missing
and it is
because you carry a piece of me with you
even though both of us wish you didn't.
I'll live this way,
it won't kill me.
But sometimes I would rather die.
I hear your name,
I see you walking by
and I feel my throat close up.
I can't breathe.
But even this is better.
Better than it was.
We would pretend,
and be civil.
But I would say something and I would know
that you had moved another
I would see you everyday,
and every time I did I would
tear on the inside.
I would hear your voice, smell your smell.
Everything would come back to me and I
would fall apart.
I sit here smelling the rain,
a promise that tomorrow will come.
And I think.
Do I love you?
Do I hate you?
And I realise that I love you so much
I want to kill you.
My love and hate are one,
every gesture brings them to the fore.
I want to touch you and
dig my nails into your skin.
I want to kiss you and
draw blood from your lip.
I want this to be over,
I tried to make you disappear
but I couldn't
because I carry a piece of you with me.
Even though we both wish I didn't.
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