I know you are toxic for me,
but I pretend that I am immune,
to all the ways your energy draws
the peace of my mind.
I lie to myself that
closing the door is enough
and I don’t need to lock it
because you won’t push
it wide open just to
hear the sound of it bang.
This time, I need to confront,
who I am and who I want to be
realizing that the only pieces
missing to complete the puzzle
of me are one worn out of shape,
by being too long in your possession.
So I am taking back,
all the bits I left behind,
each time I said, “later.”
instead of goodbye.
Because there is no reason
for this ending to remain
unfinished.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Very moving
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Thank you
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