Preserving me

Perhaps love is just a fairy tale.
Leave it to me, to wish to pull at it, like a horses tail,
just to see if feelings are left.

Emotions that ran incredibly, indelibly deep.
Chances I took with my heart working against
the logic of me.
The self-preserving me, were just given
away.
Like torn cushions on a curb.

I stake my own self,
claim all the pieces,
mine.
Once again.

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2 thoughts on “Preserving me

  1. I love the mind pictures in this piece.

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