I hold these words
in a vice grip, and
I'm not letting go.
Because letting go
will detonate a bomb.But you unfold my palms
like nothing.
I built the bomb,
so I must pick up the pieces of shrapnel
that pierce your own heart.Please forgive me.
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Poetry
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I hold these words
in a vice grip, and
I'm not letting go.
Because letting go
will detonate a bomb.But you unfold my palms
like nothing.
I built the bomb,
so I must pick up the pieces of shrapnel
that pierce your own heart.Please forgive me.