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Feb 2018
You were doing so well, I was proud of you,
But the beauty of the world took you from me.
Did you ............miss me too?
Now look at me, broken in places where I was broken before.
This time my wounds won't heal! I cannot. take it. anymore.
You have not noticed but I am trying to nurture these scars, to patch them up again.
I bleed infront of you,  do you see my blood, don't pretend!

Where are you? Are you somewhere where you have openly hidden yourself from me?
I see you looking my way, but do you truly see?
What's your focus?
Do you see me or are you subconsciously focussing on the dagger in my back- the one that you twisted and turned, time and time again.

Aren't you seeing all the blood? Ofcourse not, I've cleaned it up with my tears.
I have drown myself with your painful smiles and glareless stares. Do you still see me? Because I don't want to see you. I smile and turn away.
This time, I'm mended, not broken.
Sherryann Phillip
Written by
Sherryann Phillip  37/F/Canada
       poetryofdhiman, ---, Apostrophe's and Traveler
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