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Wounded

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Wounded

I had a hole in my heart

When I found you

And you took the empty space

And made camp

And over time you made your camp

Into a house

And you took root

And I had hoped it would be forever

 

I know now that it won't be

We became one

And now we are reversing the process.

And as we separate our lives

From the entangled mess we’ve made

We try

To find out who we are

Alone

 

I find myself

Hoping that you’ll find your way

Back to me

I hope the fates line us up again

Because you were it for me

You were my world

An ember that I tended to

And created a burning fire out of

And then spent months engulfed in

Only to emerge burnt and

Unrecognizable

 

I had a hole in my heart

When I lost you

And I took the empty space

And gnawed at it

And over time I made it blister

Into a sore

And I took pleasure

Knowing that it would remind me of you


 

Photography by: Chelsea Fluck
Poetry by: Chelsea Fluck

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