I knew letting people close
Could mean someone might drown me
I just never thought
You would be my iceberg
There isn’t a door I can climb on
to keep my head above until help comes
because I am the ruins floating around.
You are holding to my dismembered parts.
Even in my destruction,
you find a way to use me.
Just a means to an end, replaceable,
opposite of special, forgettable
Drowned.
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One little public announcement:
The Poetry Bar is open again so you can submit your poetry, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram/TikTok account to the email poetrybar1@gmail.com and then it will be shared for the Bar to read.
It has been some time since I visited. I find your words so sad and yet beautiful. You haven’t lost a step. I’m sorry I haven’t been reading. My health is failing me, but, never think I’m not a fan.