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Oct 2018
I ripped it out of me,
to give to you.
But in your hands,
It never grew.

Though I let it stay there,
I let you play around.
For awhile I loved it,
Til you let it hit the ground.

But I picked it backed up,
This time my stance lessened.
Put it back in your grip,
I didn’t learn my lesson.

Now, was a good time,
you held it for awhile.
For a few moments,
it gave me a smile.

Then you thought about it,
And you thought about you.
What was mine in your fist,
Couldn’t do.

So you let it drop,
once again.
Shattered to the floor,
I should have known then.

When you turned to leave,
I pleaded for you to stay.
And the trance I had on you,
Prevented you from going away.

I wasn’t finished,
and I wanted more.
So I picked the pieces up,
Oh, the ****** gore.

This time on my knees,
The red running down my arms,
With them far out stretched to you,
I begged you to do no harm.

And you took it once last time,
And you gave it one last gaze,
You toyed with it a bit more,
It left me in a haze.

But you only had room,
For one of it in you.
Mine wasn’t enough,
Was it true?

So it fell from yours,
And I tried to save.
The damage had been done,
To the love I gave.
Jessica Ford
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Jessica Ford  22/F/NYC
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