When I was a porcelain doll
To S.
imagining all the scars on my body –
those porcelain cracks
you turned me into
never healed, just forgotten
by one of the most humiliating gestures
I have ever made –
the truth I will take to the grave
we – as accomplices in crime
never trusted each other – figuratively fugitives
I can read you like a book
I know all your weaknesses and strengths
though it makes me vulnerable
to your charms
luckily you are far away
untouched by any occasion
for our encounter
why did you ask for a second chance?
saying the reverse version of the truth
did you really think
that I can come back into your arms
without asking why?
stupidest question I know
at least not within your reach
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17 November 2021
revised on 2 March 2022
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originally published at https://medium.com
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