I tore your kiss
from my lips
where for years
it had built its nest.
I peeled off
your touch from my cheek
to seek peace with my self.
I plucked you
from my heart
to be free
of the pain of you.
I shattered
my soul’s reflection of you
to escape the ghost
of your haunting.
I broke into pieces
the memories of you
to prevent them
owning me forever.
I burned my tears
that shackled me to you
to have again the freedom of the skies
only to find I
had destroyed
what little was left of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Wow wot a surreal way to talk of something as real as the desolation of breaking up! It really stretches the imagination and is gut wrenching. When you realise that trying to tear someone out of your heart is also going to damage you that is a great revelation. Funny enough the surreal stuff just underlined the real realness that burns into the imagination. Almost scary in its intensity. And then...I cried! More heart wrenching than heartbreaking! gulp! GinaXXX