Ripped Poem by Dewald Viljoen
Ripped
I ripped myself out of your life
and I left the wounds open to bleed.
The blood seeped into the ink,
and the ink became the pain on the page.
I was empty before I met you
I was whole when I was with you
and then I let you go.
But you have read my heart
you saw the clockwork of my soul.
You came back and grew new roots
in the wound, where I got torn.
*: Thank you
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4/17/2024 11:34:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What poetic justice. Lovely piece. You have a unique way of expressing emotions pen on paper. Lovely poem.