Vulnerable
in your space,
I break,
for good or bad.
You tear me down.
You wear me down.
Why do I let you make me feel like this?
In my psyche
somewhere,
I must not trust
ME.
And that is the worst heart-break of all.
Losing my space,
my life,
in your name.
For the Love of Me,
I must die again,
to my karma.
you remind me of the pleasure of poetry, how so much can be said with few words.
ReplyDeleteI think we have all had these types of relationships...they can be quite painful and it's a difficult cycle to break...but onoce it's broken you really do feel a freedom within the heart :)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem!
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