january
you reached your hand into my chest and stole what was mine, you stole my soul.
i have a hole where it should be, i search for a replacement in the people around me. but i know you still possess it.
i know you keep it with you at all times.
give it back to me, return what belongs to me.
return what i must give to someone new, you can no longer keep my soul in your back pocket.
you never treated it with care, its cracked and bruised.
she screams out in the night, she misses me as i miss her.
you're a thief. but i know i will forgive you.
Copyright © Cecily Grace | Year Posted 2024
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