Give It Back
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There is a pit
Deep
Rooted
Dug
Flesh ripped from my heart
That was yours completely, no one else’s.
My skin opened and crying red, I was always afraid that your fingers might brush against the thin lines across my wrist.
The pit that your hands
Dug.
Ripped.
From my heart,
Is only fulfilled by thoughts and memories that hold me down, tie weights to my hands and feet. I couldn’t even crawl away from you if I wanted to.
Opening my skin was easier than opening my heart,
So you dug into me yourself and opened up my heart anyways. You have it to yourself, and I gave. Do you still cherish the part of my heart and my sorrowful flesh you’ve taken from me?
Or do you disregard it? Throw it all away?
Please don’t.
Give it back.
