TRACES SPRING 2016 - Page 18


You have me in the palm of your hands;

And that’s the sad part.

I would come running back to you, after you have left me covered;

Covered in scars I did nothing to earn.

You have me latched to you because I believed you when you whispered those three



And haunting words.

“I love you.”

But you don’t love me. If you loved me, I wouldn’t be lying on the ground in your oversized sweatshirts asking myself,

“What do I do now?”

But you know, I know what I have to do.

I have to



Because you or anyone won’t do it for me.

And now I dance away from the palm of your hand, and I simply,

let go.

Madi Bruni