Posted in New Work, Poetry


Easy for you

to rip my heart in shreds,

easy for your selfish whims

to overshadow your care for me.

Once, I was special

to you.

Now, I’m only useful;

A tool that’s needed only occasionally –


to a time when I was


and wanted,

The sparkle’s worn off…

I still don’t know what to do with

these remnants.


04 December 2019


Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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