If ever we were only friends,
it was never for long.
We were always more.
The friends who can’t stop giving in
to the feelings that touch us deep
down to those layers that cut through
skin and bone and God I’ve never
stopped loving you, friend….
forever touching me in all the ways
I never want you to stop.
My heart stays in the pieces
of how you crash into me
time and again…
and I’ll stay broken forever
if you promise to keep picking me up
with how my name sounds in your mouth.
Stephanie Bennett-Henry © 2016
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I truly enjoy your poetry. I particularly liked:
“My heart stays in the pieces
of how you crash into me
time and again… ”
and your last line is just a thrilla in manila! A knock out punch. Write On!
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