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Because People Can Be Horcruxes, Too
by Aaron BlairThe vessels you fill when splitting your soul
are a reflection of what you imagine yourself to be.
I see myself as a cool, glass vase filled with long-dead flowers,
but, really, I'm a pill bottle, or a metal and plastic case
with the used blades filling up the slit in the back, or
a library book with blood-stained paper towels
tucked between the pages, hiding beside the words.
Looking at you, the man I poured myself into,
I wonder what I was trying to convey about myself.
When you press yourself inside of me,
I wonder if you think of me as a space you need to fill,
and how you judge yourself for doing so,
what you think your love for me really means.
But I know I think too much for my own good
and I pray every day that you don't ponder me enough
to ever arouse the inevitable discontent. 07/10/2010 Posted on 07/11/2010
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/11/10 at 01:20 PM Well, as I haven't seen a lot of Harry Potter movies, I learned a new word today. Very courageous and brutally honest expression of thought...spirit. The razor blades and dead flowers remind me of my son, who went through a "cutting" period a few years back. To me, your poem is both chilling and beautiful. Thanks for sharing it. :o) |
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