New-- Reader's Submission

I woke up this morning,
feeling like a dirty-dishrag.
Like my body had been used to wipe up someone else's mistakes.
Like I had frayed ends on display.
Like I had,
Holes.
And whereas these did not inhibit me
From rising and greeting that familiar window-sill sun,
They certainly contributed to
Some stiffness-
Some creases-
A damp chill.
You asked me, "How do you feel?"
This is how I feel.
As for,
The clean laminate conscience you carry so well-
The spilled milk you never cried over-
The egg-batter disease which never beat your brow,
never
rendered your body,
fragile and fever-pitch-
No, you'll never see my part in that.
I suppose that's just as well.
I suppose that's not something I shouldn't want anyway.
For what are dishrags?
But harbors-
Pungent after-thoughts.
No.
I say this to you silent as bleach in a bucket;
No.
We are thread.

-Anonymous

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Well of a World

finally letting this one go...
(6/1, 6/18)
It must be nice, to be able to get up and walk away...
to turn your back, avert your eyes, move your feet
and leave me behind.

It must be nice to have some peace,
to close your eyes, enjoy your dreams, grasp your freedom
and leave me behind.

It must be nice to be able to take a break...
to avoid conversation, retreat from your feelings, disconnect
and leave me behind.

It must be nice to breathe freely...
to reject the ache, move on with your life, cut all ties
and leave me behind.

When you look away, I still see your face.
I'm moving on, yet you still keep your place.
I try to believe, that time will heal all pain
but as you are carefree, my heart's still in chains.

You took our love for granted, you said you need to be free.
Now you have your freedom, but my heart won't grant my release.

Time hasn't treated me fairly, it hasn't sealed my cracks.
Distance hasn't made my heart grow fonder, just a little older.

Look at you babe, you make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme.
What happened to us, I won't ever understand.
But I'm taking back my heart because I deserve a chance.

A chance to learn, to open up....
and let someone love me... dare I let someone love me
as much as I loved you. I deserve a love that flows freely
a love that holds me, elates me and moves me.

I deserve a love that stays, a love that's firm,
a love that's tough yet a love that will soothe me.
I deserve a love that looks out for me.
A heart, that will open wide into a well of a world
only meant for me.

That was never in you.