Anticlimactic
I know I traded something
A part of me
For the splendid splendour of money
I did that thing you shouldn’t do
I gave myself to him
You know, the soul
Cut a piece of myself out for him
You know, the heart
I cut a piece of myself off for him
(You know which part)
But I didn't feel a thing
I'm waiting to miss it
Miss this
Thing
I'm waiting for the pain
You know, the burn, the sting
Waiting and waiting
But I was already empty to begin
So, I can’t fathom what it was that I gave him
Maybe a piece of coal
Or a stone
Rather than the human organ
The muscle that’s lodged in-between my bones
Who knows?
People said I would feel torn up inside
That I would be ashamed
That I would hide
But I am alive
And that is enough
I survived
And that is enough
Alexandra Parapadakis
Fri 14th Feb 2020 06:49
Thank you Martin