We are on different wavelengths—
Different currents and
Different beats.
You used to love me.
These words rearranged
In the order of "truth",
Are the knives that cut
Me the deepest.
All I see is red,
dripping down my sides.
I bleed red,
But I don't cry.
My eyes are too fixed on the words
Now rearranged in my side:
You used me to love you.
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WAVES: A Book of Poems
PoetryLife is like a cycle and we are in constant motion. We are like the water- high tide and low tide. We rise, we fall and we evaporate. We are the ocean, we are the sea we are the rivers and all that lies beneath. Copyright © 2017 Marlee John. All...
