the only time
i did not curse
the folds of my flesh
is when my body
was part of yours.
you would hold me
like a butterfly in your palm,
rock me to and fro
like a child,
whisper in my ear
how i did you proud.
i could not hate me
when i was yours,
when you would look at me
as the sun danced on my face,
when you smiled
when i held you in my arms.
i thought:
maybe i am a good thing.
now i hate you
and i can no longer
face the mirror.
i hate you for leaving and taking me with you.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
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Really enjoyed your poet, please give us more. Thanks
Beautiful ❤️ Congratulations on the top story
Stunning writing done by you Really fabulous Keep up the great work
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Heartwrenching work. Congrats on a poignant TS.
Beautiful!! Congratulations on the Top Story
Oh my. This is gorgeous. Congrats on the TS.
Wow, a truly butterfly-wings-open-hand poem
Such a powerful piece, well-deserving of Top Story! Congrats! Your love poems are second to none. They always dig deep into the psyche. I loved this!
Ohhh this deeply resonates. Well written Sara ♥️🌻
Very powerful!
Great job highlighting the connections that create who we become as they change
You've carved bits of flesh from the bone with this one. Your words create everything I need to know to understand the narrator's relationship with her lover and with herself. As I read the lines I could feel the palpable power imbalance, the willingness to lose/find/lose oneself in another and to be defined by someone else. I recognize fully that the narrator's relationship (and view of the relationship) are utterly unhealthy, but the way you've painted it, I do feel sympathy for her. That's quite a feat. Brilliant writing to have me invested.
This was so poignant and relatable as well
I felt your words