Latched
You have me in the palm of your hands;
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
“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,
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,
Madi Bruni