Poem #330

I do not need you.
I have been through hell and back,
got out by myself.
I shower in burning hot water
to make my skin remember of how
much I am capable of.

I do not need you.
I learned the hard way to stand
on my own two feet.
My knees still bleed, the bruises
pulsate but it doesn’t stop
me from getting up every day.

I do not need you. I want you.
I want you to kiss every wound,
touch every weakness.
You look like you are smart
enough to know what type of
blessing that is.

10 thoughts on “Poem #330

  1. I love you writing

  2. Nice one, I love reading your poems.

  3. Lovely. My favorite of yours so far

  4. Your poems are just magical to read!

  5. I love this poem for how visceral it is. I wish I could write straight from the heart the way you do. BTW thanks so much for visiting my blog and liking my poetry!

  6. I loved this poem because of how visceral it is. I wish I could write straight from the heart the way you do. BTW thanks for visiting my blog and appreciating my poetry!

  7. Written straight from the heart where all good poetry resides.

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