#shredded - Hello Poetry

You were my skin My bones My voice Every crooked part I let you hold "I'm gone" Two words A knife right through With practiced precision Do you know how heavy betrayal is When it smells like trust? I'm twisted around our memories A coil of hands and voices You left dangling midair I can't breathe I can't think You're everywhere Inside my chest In my throat Gnawing Twisting I wanted you to stay I wanted the safe place I built inside you to be real I wanted you I wanted you I wanted you I don't want another beginning I don't want to fold myself Into someone else's hands Just to get shredded again I wanted everything And it broke me anyway I hate it The way I love you The way I can’t erase you The way it cost my sanity While you carry nothing I don’t want anyone else I can’t I won’t I can’t go through this again I won’t survive it You’re gone

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Aug 30, 2025

Aug 30, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC

Sorelle

Gone

You were my skin My bones My voice Every crooked part I let you hold "I'm gone" Two words A knife right through With practiced precision Do you know how heavy betrayal is When it smells like trust? I'm twisted around our memories A coil of hands and voices You left dangling midair I can't breathe I can't think You're everywhere Inside my chest In my throat Gnawing Twisting I wanted you to stay I wanted the safe place I built inside you to be real I wanted you I wanted you I wanted you I don't want another beginning I don't want to fold myself Into someone else's hands Just to get shredded again I wanted everything And it broke me anyway I hate it The way I love you The way I can’t erase you The way it cost my sanity While you carry nothing I don’t want anyone else I can’t I won’t I can’t go through this again I won’t survive it You’re gone

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I was torn apart as a child. My fragmented pieces grew like weeds, unwatered, unwanted. I was unwanted as a teenager. My identity is what made my mother cry, revolted, restless. I am restless as an adult. My anger is what keeps me up at night, terrified, torn apart.

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Mar 7, 2025

Mar 7, 2025 at 7:45 PM UTC

AbstractProphet

49/6 "Torn Apart"

I was torn apart as a child. My fragmented pieces grew like weeds, unwatered, unwanted. I was unwanted as a teenager. My identity is what made my mother cry, revolted, restless. I am restless as an adult. My anger is what keeps me up at night, terrified, torn apart.

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I gave you my love My soul - my heart But the words you speak Seem to tear me apart.

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC

ValeLuna

Shredded

I gave you my love My soul - my heart But the words you speak Seem to tear me apart.

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