My collection:
My collection: (poem)
I miss the hand holding,
But I don't miss the bruises left from the harm.
I miss the cuddles,
But not the coercion, belittling or lack of calm.
I miss the company,
But not the fear and tension.
I miss the comforting,
But not when it was intermittent or non-existent.
I miss the daftness and the laughs,
But not the mood changes and the scars.
I miss the fun we had,
But not the fun you had at my expense.
I miss the connection,
But you connected with everything and everyone at a fast pace.
I miss the late night talks,
But not the fact you never saw me as a human.
I miss the love,
Even if it was just an illusion.
I've collected all the good parts,
Put them in a box tied with a bow.
I flick through them sometimes, wishing you were the person you faked to be, such a good show.
I've taken all the trauma, the pain and the bad,
Put them in a different box, never to be opened again, locked hard.
I may miss aspects and I may hold the good we had gently,
But I'll never look at the bad again, I've lived through enough, it's plenty.
Never thought I'd be a collector, of the good parts of people's souls, but yet here I am acknowledging it all, and choosing what to keep and what to let go.
A soul is our main possession, made up of all that we are and do, it's weird how no one has ever, chosen to collect pieces of me too.
I wonder if people out there, have parts of me boxed up with a bow, memories they visit fondly, but yet I'll never know.
The world is mostly cruel, cold and very unkind, but atleast I can treasure the good parts, and keep them in my mind.
My heart is exhausted, and single is great when it's a step up from abuse, but what if you're a hopeless romantic, and all you wanted was someone to never lose.
Maybe we don't get what we want in life, maybe that's everyone's curse, but I know for sure one thing atleast, I'll bring more positive than I'll ever bring hurt.
Sarah Wingfield Author 🌹
00:57
Mon Sept 16 2024
@KawaiiDollDecora ♡
www.magnoliaphotography.co.uk ♡
