Damage

Broken hearts. Everyone has had one. I was just a kid when I wrote this. Long since healed, and better off. But I kept the words. Any writer would (some of the time).

I got caught in your damage

And I think it left me cold

I thought I lost the bitterness

But it has just grown old

Your wounds feel too heavy here

And they're more than I can hold

I never asked for your innocence

You shouldn't ask for mine

It wasn't there to begin with

Don't seek what you cannot find

I may have burned your bridges here 

But it was me who was left behind

You are not a savior 

Who was meant to be rejoiced

You are standing on a pedestal 

That was meant to be destroyed

While I became an enemy

Did I ever have a choice

I am not your predator

And you are not my prey

You may try and haunt me now

Yes I think that is your way

You cannot give your debt to me

In the end who is really going to pay

I want to let these feelings go

It's time to set you free

I don't want to hate you now

There is too much of that to be seen

I'll just close my eyes to you

Now close your eyes to me

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

There’s a gentleness under the hurt here… The way the poem lets go feels calm, almost like an exhale. It carries its ache lightly, and that makes it land even more true.

[Chris]

Often during and after breakups the last stanza applies BUT one or the other of the parties involved just won't let go - sigh. A good piece here showing growing awareness and adulthood.

[Brandon Houser]

Thank you Chris! I appreciate you taking the time to read my stuff.

[Chris]

It was worth my pausing... that says it all.