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  Apr 2021 Matadi
Salmabanu Hatim
I kept the cage open,
Gave her wings to fly,
And reasons to stay.
  Apr 2021 Matadi
Salmabanu Hatim
It's not the heart that needs to be fixed
It's the mind
That stores pieces of memories that still hurt and make you cry.
Matadi Apr 2020
She held her head high as she walked Away
Never looking back
I imagined her kissing my lips
Perhaps my neck
Idk but the **** felt right

I called her bae but she was like my wife
I needed that love , cuz I had nothing like her right?
See bae was a boss , I let her call the shots
Super cute tho , but it wasn’t all bout that

She was bout money . I was bout love
Different love languages,I prayed to the lord above.
I couldn’t lose her, so I lost myself instead
Matadi Apr 2020
I died when you walked away
Not figuratively, but literally
My entire being
You  ripped me from the inside out
I search each day for my heart you stole
But I don’t want it back
Please keep it
Hold it close
Remember me , the girl that never let you go
I need you , I breath you
Every tear I shead is because I need you  
If you leave me I will put on that red dress
But for who , not you
What am I to do
I love you, I need you
  Jan 2020 Matadi
Megan Mae
It Glimmers and Shines, this key to the forbidden chest;
A locked chest hidden away deep inside
Where no passerby may look upon its dark wood.
Oh how the key glimmers in the hands of the owner,
Marvel at its simplicity…oh me…
Dare I open it? Dare I try?
My heart is lying recovering inside
Hidden away from the light of love for so long.
Foolish one I let it open, so easily handed over
This brilliant key to one I thought was true.
How horrid is fate to me, tricking me so…
And how this gent so tenderly picked me up
Coddled and bandaged my wounded heart till
No tear could be shed, no blood able to be spilt…
How quickly my heart began to cling to him
As if it were a life line and my red ribbons end.
Yet seemingly overnight this god who revived me
Became a brick wall my heart was ****** against.
What torture was brought to my little heart, being
Healed so well that even the gravest beating didn’t leave a scar.
How bruised it became, my heart over night,
Yet no tear was able to be shed though it’s all it wanted to do
No blood was wasted for he beat so tenderly that it didn’t wound.
Oh but my heart was battered and confused
Unable to tell right from harm…
The man so roughly played that so soon he grew tired.
So bored of my heart from playing every day
He then kept me up on a shelf, there to watch him run free
And leaving me there to rest till next he desires me again.
Once again I’m lifted and roughed up to no end,
But how can I refuse the man who so tenderly cared for
My once broken and bleeding heart?
After his worst places even he would take me sometimes in his arms
And hold me and heal me till I cry and am well.
This viscous cycle leaves my heart so bruised that it can’t even cry
I am left wandering, that even with such admiration for this gent…
If it is still worth the ache and sorrow
Just to feel wanted again and loved if only for a moment, even by a friend.
To put yourself in such a relationship is very suicidal no?
And I can’t open my mouth and say what pain I’m in is his doing,
His hands squeezing my heart till there’s no more feeling…I haven’t the
Heart to say – he’s ripped out its vocal chords and thrown them away.
And the pain to see as he plays with me and then quickly discards,
The brilliant key to my chest of safety dangling so plainly about his neck.
Oh my suicidal heart, throwing myself at his feet begging simply to be held again
To be loved is all I want still sits on that shelf and wonders if the key is still mine.
I sometimes sit alone with my heart, waiting on the shelf till he’s home,
Watching him wander about filling his tastes with others, yet always returning to me…
My heart foolishly hopes and hopes and hopes that maybe this time he’ll stay,
Maybe this time he’ll find that I’m the one he need, the one he wants,
And sees the pain he’s put me through and again takes to healing the wounds.
Oh kiss my face, tell me sweet airs of kindness, and just convince me once again I’m his…
That he is mine….
Oh silly suicidal heart, so willing for the love almost mine,
That I would purposely place myself in such heartache’s hands as his.
I lay silently beside him, darkness surrounds me, and I long for the courage to reach out first
To reach in the dark for that brilliant, beautiful key about his neck-
So careful I will be not to wake him…simply to take back my heart, my poor foolish
My poor broken, suicidal heart.
I long to simply lock my heart up once again in that strong chest of wood,
Maybe then my suicidal heart will finally be at rest...and finally heal loves wounds…
But till then I am lost, lost in the tide of the crashing waves of this emotion filled
Irrationality of his affections, continue to be smashed into the jagged rocks of my
Own self doubt, reality and confusion…too weak to fight and too tired to reach for
The key, the freedom of this heart ache, to my simple safe wooden chest.
The last sanctuary for a wounded soul, for I have such a foolish and suicidal heart.
Alas – I am forever lost.
This is a response to my last poem *Suicidal Heart* about my recent heartache.- From Slipping Heart
Matadi Jan 2020
My enemy , my lover, my friend
Till the end
My heart I mend , you break it
But till the end so my heart I will mend

Broken glasses, locks that Nolonger shut and tears that Nolonger dry
I am empty
You left me with a space of darkness
Searching for love to harness

Could it be you I am searching for
The one I adore
You said you’d catch me if I fall
But you never did
Made my image fade

In a Dark space , deep emotion soul
No one to hold. Like the dark colored clothes I fold
How dare you
My strength. My beauty, you said you’d be good to me
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