#picked
My friends tell me it was only a couple of months.
I should feel better by now.
I should feel lighter and happier.
Some days I am and some days my heart hurts deeply.
I realized that even though it was only a couple of months, you were the reason I came back to this part of the world.
The part of the world when I felt comfortable in love.
The place where I realized that I could do this again.
The moment where I let love feel safe again.
After 7 years of self discovery and healing, I brought myself back to the world of falling in love....
and I picked you.
What a stupid thing to do.
- t.s.
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 9:47 PM UTC
For however many petals I've picked,
For however many spells I've wicked,
For however many clocks I've ticked,
For however many needles I've pricked,
I still think about you.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
there was a crack in my soul
then you picked me up and mended me
putting gold in the cracks
and then you dropped me again
now there are many cracks
and the dust of the fools gold you left behind-
crumbled
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
Some of your words
are stapled
into my skin,
correcting me in times of error
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
You picked at her.
At first, you only did small pieces,
just took inconsequential pinches off here and there.
However, soon you became greedy.
Got comfortable stripping her of who she was.
Turning her inside out.
You ignored the empty gaps in her heart,
and tried to bandage the larger chunks
with who you wanted her to be.
But learned, like everyone eventually does,
that bandages don't always solve the problem.
Sometimes we bleed too much.
And sometime we keep bleeding until we can't.
That's what you did to her.
You picked at her
until there was nothing left to pick at.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC