Since they cut
my long heavy
navel string
they too
cut the feeling
of love.
Attachment
was never present
in the same
jointed way
that I once
felt thoroughly.
Then came
one who too
had a
broken heart
who's navel
was fully hallow.
One who
would use the
navel string
to wrap it
around my neck
till I choked.
I realised
then
that
you made me scared of the word,
love,
because you used it in the wrong way.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
Since they cut
my long heavy
navel string
they too
cut the feeling
of love.
Attachment
was never present
in the same
jointed way
that I once
felt thoroughly.
Then came
one who too
had a
broken heart
who's navel
was fully hallow.
One who
would use the
navel string
to wrap it
around my neck
till I choked.
I realised
then
that
you made me scared of the word,
love,
because you used it in the wrong way.
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