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Abandonment
Your abandonment felt so familiar
I met you, a handsome stranger
Took your hand
Guided it, pointed to old wounds
And said, "this is where I bleed"
And, "this is how".
I wanted them to heal
To use your touch,
your kisses,
your words,
like sutures.
But instead, you covered my skin
With hands like anasthesia
You looked at me and said,
"trust me".
And you still left
Me bleeding the same way
Old wounds punctured,
New wounds opened,
I don't know how to heal.
I met you, a handsome stranger
Took your hand
Guided it, pointed to old wounds
And said, "this is where I bleed"
And, "this is how".
I wanted them to heal
To use your touch,
your kisses,
your words,
like sutures.
But instead, you covered my skin
With hands like anasthesia
You looked at me and said,
"trust me".
And you still left
Me bleeding the same way
Old wounds punctured,
New wounds opened,
I don't know how to heal.
Published 31st May 2016
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31st May 2016 7:09pm
17th Jun 2016 4:49pm
Some come into our lives to show us where we need to focus,
where we need to break patterns, what we need to address.
When we go inside and heal ourselves first, we need not the
touch of another. We can then freely share our experiences
together, as perfectly imperfect beings cohabiting this beautiful
planet in love and acceptance.
This is a lovely, cathartic write, Ruthsan. Welcome to the deep side.
where we need to break patterns, what we need to address.
When we go inside and heal ourselves first, we need not the
touch of another. We can then freely share our experiences
together, as perfectly imperfect beings cohabiting this beautiful
planet in love and acceptance.
This is a lovely, cathartic write, Ruthsan. Welcome to the deep side.
