《S O W E D |poetry|》• P o w e r I G a v e •

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Every time I talked about being broken

my friends would conveniently assume it

to be the love of a man

whose memories still haunt me

if only they knew

I have never met a man

who can break me anymore into these

graveled pieces than they have

I never gave that kind of power to a man

but you, my dear friends,

you did hold enough of it to crush me

with that very love you claimed

you could heal me with

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