Wrecked Souls and Nostalgia

A few poems I’ve been working on…

Wrecked Soul

Please be gentle;
Please be kind
As you hold a wrecked soul like mine
And I will take
Your heart in my hands
I promise I will care for you always
Please be gentle;
Please be kind
As you hold a trembling soul like mine
And I will take
Your heart in my hands
I promise I will care for you always
If I could wrap my arms around the world
Just to keep you safe, I would
If I could wrap my arms around the world
Just to show I love you, I would
Had to split my heart into a hundred different pieces
Just to become who I am
Had to split my heart into a hundred different places
Just to be who I am
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Nostalgia.
Is that supposed to be a good thing?
Nostalgia.
To remember the good mixed with the bad?
A nightmare:
To remember your cologne–your smell on my clothes when I didn’t want it.
A nightmare:
To remember what it felt like for you to touch me when I didn’t want you to.
Nostalgia.
It could be the death of me to remember you
Nostalgia.
But I cannot forget that moment.

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