I break off a piece of my heart
and hold it up for you to see
you examine me piece by piece
I'm naked in all of my vulnerability
my ink bleeds down your hands
as you hold what of me that you can
you just don't understand
how and why I am who I am
it's written on this page
made old at a very young age
there will never be enough sage
to cast out the demons
so I made friends and lived with them
a diamond and I under pressure
are both made of stone
and I always believed it was better
than living alone
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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''my ink bleeds down your hands'' 🌞 ''why I am who I am'' 🌞 Another masterpiece, Ellie! 🌞
The ink bleeding to your hands adds such a mystical drama to this poem! Amazing work!