By: the iHope Poet
I had you in my hands, with my fingers tightly gripping yours.
Didn't realize, when you slipped, how fast the blood would start to pour.
I've seen strength dissolve to tears, and trust turn into fear and doubt.
Sticks and stones can break my soul, and slivers sometimes don't come out.
So suddenly I lost my grip - I lost the hope I used to hold,
that the plans I made were meant to be. I dropped the rope I used to pull.
Then, when you let me let you go, without so much as a passing care,
I never thought the hidden wound would sting with such enflamed despair.
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