like burned bridges
I did not unknot
the ties that bind
I snipped them
with scissors
and let the ends fray
like tattered ribbon.
Now you cannot play
the same tired
sad
songs
because your guitar
has broken strings
cut apart
by me.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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