Broken

Watching my heart bleed,
As crimson drops trickle from the slice,
I have to comprehend,
How it must fill your soul with a unsatisfying glee,
For the strings laced around your fingers,
They pull, whip and possess,
Every action of mine is beyond my control,
While the trace of yourself still lingers,
Perhaps you realize that I can never leave,
How my trail always returns,
Causing my presence to shatter others,
So broken am I, forever alone to grieve

~Dominique Weldon


Wow, this is my first poem in about months! I know you can't really forget how to 'write' something, but I kinda have... I just need some more practice, in the meantime, I'm going to keep doing weekly poems:3

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