by Unknown
Jul 2010 243 Views 2 comments
Splinter Love
Splinter Love
You’re much too little to be seen
But you invaded me with ease
Snuck up on me, now it would seem
Like a tropical disease
Your bite was quick and it was sure
Like the blinking of and eye
The pain, complete; and it was pure
There’s no need to ask you why
To go deep is what you do
That’s your beauty, I have learned
And like a moth is drawn to heat
I drew near you and got burned
The pain was awful, and then yet
The pain was lovely, sort of, too
I took all that I could get
And gave some back to you, it’s true
I broke you … trying to get you out
But you remained inside of me
Your presence left in me no doubt
That you and I were destiny
Now you’re gone and yet, you’re not
A part of you, beneath my skin
Your sharpest point is what I got
I think about what might have been
And though it hurt, I got you out
You left in me, a gaping hole
I think you actually won the bout
Cause something’s missing from my soul
I touch the wound and I could swear
That you’re still in there … in my heart
But that is more than I could bear
It’s been so long we’ve been apart
Yet, I was thinking, just today
And explaining to a friend
Though this is hard for me to say
I’d let you bite me once again
You’re much too little to be seen
But you invaded me with ease
Snuck up on me, now it would seem
Like a tropical disease
Your bite was quick and it was sure
Like the blinking of and eye
The pain, complete; and it was pure
There’s no need to ask you why
To go deep is what you do
That’s your beauty, I have learned
And like a moth is drawn to heat
I drew near you and got burned
The pain was awful, and then yet
The pain was lovely, sort of, too
I took all that I could get
And gave some back to you, it’s true
I broke you … trying to get you out
But you remained inside of me
Your presence left in me no doubt
That you and I were destiny
Now you’re gone and yet, you’re not
A part of you, beneath my skin
Your sharpest point is what I got
I think about what might have been
And though it hurt, I got you out
You left in me, a gaping hole
I think you actually won the bout
Cause something’s missing from my soul
I touch the wound and I could swear
That you’re still in there … in my heart
But that is more than I could bear
It’s been so long we’ve been apart
Yet, I was thinking, just today
And explaining to a friend
Though this is hard for me to say
I’d let you bite me once again
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
I was at work one night when I got a wooden splinter in my finger. I tried to pull it out but it was too deep. I worked for another 11 hours with that splinter in my finger and I was in a lot of pain. Suddenly I made the connection in my mind that this little thing hurt like the end of my marriage. When I got home I broke the splinter trying to take it out. Then I had to dig and cut around it to get the rest out. It left an ugly wound. I sat down at my computer and wrote the poem, almost without having to think about it.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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