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“Harmed” A Poem by Marcie Paez ’18

If it’s harmed, it’s harmed me, it’ll harm, I let it in.


You only knew me when I was on my back.

How is it that only when you pull me onto the bed I open up to you?

I can’t afford love; I am toxic to you. 


I guess what I am saying, is

I can’t afford to hurt you again.

I am growing weary at waiting.

I am growing worrisome.


We will break,


from the pressure and passion,

from the past to the present.

You say “I’m sorry,” with your tongue in my mouth…


I am willing to walk away, if you are willing to walk with me.

But if you would like to lay down with me, I would be happy if we never moved.

Posted by on November 3, 2017. Filed under Around Campus,The Week's End. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Both comments and pings are currently closed.