Strong Bindings


I am armed with words and
held together by bindings.
I wonder if you think I am an open book?
I hear you turn the pages and
I see you questioning your mistakes.
I want you to notice me, maybe even apologize.
I am armed with words and
held together by bindings.

I pretend your words didn’t hurt
I feel a pain in my chest as I breathe—
thanks to you.
I touch my scars and I worry about others seeing
what you did to me.
I cry as the memories flood back.
I am armed with words and
held together by bindings.

I understand why I left.
I say it’s because I wasn’t feeling it anymore,
but we both know you hurt me
in a different kind of way.
I hope I can find new happiness
I know the scars are here, but
I am armed with words and
held together by bindings.

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