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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

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mystery   understanding   confusion   myth   anticlimactic   anticlimax   trauma   reaction   suprise   unique   pain   sex   ethics   internal   empty

β—„ Afraid Of the Dark

Reason to Stay β–Ί

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Alexandra Parapadakis

Fri 14th Feb 2020 06:49

Thank you Martin

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Martin Elder

Mon 3rd Feb 2020 19:48

This is both searing in what it says and in its honesty perhaps because it does not make a direct reference to what was given up.
beautifully put
nice one

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