When did you become so important to me?
Your name was such a small word. A pill, easily swallowed
Only it didn’t leave me; travelled to the epicentre,
Burrowed itself in my heart
A seed taking root in fertile earth
I didn’t notice for so long; it was only when
The pain of being around you became unbearable
I couldn’t see it, I didn’t know
But the seedling had grown and grown and filled
All the space. Nowhere left to go
So it split my heart wide open
I noticed then, but too late to do anything:
Already an unstoppable force
Bursting through my flesh, ripping me to shreds
Splintering my bones. Ruining me.
I am broken by you, you have undone the tendons
That knitted me together
My skin peeled off, my tender flesh exposed
For the world to see.
These wounds I bear belong to you.
You’re making me live, and you kill me slowly.

Jan 23, 2013 @ 22:31:11
I really like the line, “Your name was such a small word.”
Jan 24, 2013 @ 20:12:50
Different – deep, mysterious, paradoxical – a love poem that talks about pain, hurt, being torn apart? Small clues like “important to me – you’re making me live” tip the balance back, but it’s a close thing…..
Jan 24, 2013 @ 20:13:51
Mature poetry!
Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2013 18:22:42 +0000 To: richard.kingdon@hotmail.co.uk