Posted in life, love, Poetry, Random

One Track Binds

This one track on your playlist

shreds my heart to tatters

and I dread the days

your mood’s on

shuffle.

You said

You’re  not into my

genre;

One of your favorite vibes

is a spoken sonnet

of liquid love –

[And] now I know you meant me.

The binds of contradiction dig deep.

I overstand (here) holding

pieces of me that I tried

to give to you

and you rejected

with unkind excuses

and passive untruth.

29 August 2020

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35. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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