Ice
There must be a way
to stop the wanting,
to pack my heart in ice
like pricey steaks
sent through the mail
so I can look you
in the eye and say
I don’t want you anymore
and believe that
every word is true.
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Sharp and stabs the reader in the heart.
We all feel this pain at some time.
I feel this poem so much right now. Thank you for posting it.
exquisite, Kevin
This poem doesn’t have one word out of place. You did so much with so little.
Well done! Enjoyed reading this.