I Look

Posted byJaynePosted inPoetryTags:, , , , , , , , , , , ,

He set me on fire then he kissed me

He leaned right in and kissed me

Right there in the flames

I still question whether it was him

I think back to it

I look for strings

I check the mirror

Then he let me go

He let me go like he should have when he met me

It stung to know I have less to offer him

but

You see, I’m no longer the type to be chained

Not to love, not to men, not to anything other than my dreams

And so yes, I cut my insides on his shards of glass

but he fingered my demons

As he watched the blood drip drip from between my thighs

-Sasch

Published by Jayne

Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

7 thoughts on “I Look”

      2. Hm I think it’s interesting you read it that way. Lol no need to convince me of your toughness. I think you commenting on this poem speaks volumes. 🙂

        Like

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.