Sentimental value

by Michael   Oct 25, 2017


You stole my heart-

like a pick-pocket; lifting
it out; from under my
vulnerability, sealing it
tightly in a pendant.

My heart-

oscillating to the
rhythm of your
mood swings.

I attempt to gain
a balance with both,
but always lose;
the momentum,
of my sanity.

I opened up my wounds
and bled my sorrowed
memories of despair
to you.

You-

would tend to them
with inferior; shoddy
patchwork, threading
envy through the glint
in your eye, then unpick
them.

Again...
and,
again..

..rubbing your
insensitivity
deep into my pain.

My heart-

a damaged souvenir
of my sentimental
values

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  • 1 week ago

    by Em

    JUDGING COMMENTS:
    Sentimental value by Michael points 7
    This is probably going to be the shortest comment I've ever written but this piece was extremely moving and one which we could probably all relate to in some aspect. The rawness of the piece seemed to ooze off the tongue so much so that it hit me like a tonne of bricks. The words and styling (actually I cannot fault any of this) were just perfect in my opinion.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    A worthy win, Michael.

    Great write!

    The only thing that threw me off was "losing", it feels like it should be "lose".

    IdTakeABulletForYou

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thank you :)
      and yes I would agree with you, after reading again

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Maher

    Congrats on the win Michael. My favourite part was this:

    My heart -
    oscillating to the
    rhythm of your
    mood swings.

    I envy you sir. I wish the ones I dealt with had a rhythm :|

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Maher for lovely compliments...
      and I'm sure you do!

  • 2 weeks ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Congrats on the win!!

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Congrats on your win Michael

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Dagmar x

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