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Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Liquefied

Your glass-shard words splinter my heart
If this is love, I'd rather part
Need not your words that condescend 
To be my lover, first be friend

Within your eyes the love has gone
I feel no warmth, set has our sun
But do you need to turn the knife? 
Bleeding what's left, I cling to life

For you have taken all I was
Filtered me through the finest gauze
As I, now liquid drain away
I know not why... I chose to stay 

© Debbie Razey 2015