Still

The day you came back, your presence hit me like a fist.

You turned my way, I turned away.
Looked away.
Looked down.
Locked down.

My stomach turned. My throat ached.
The room froze, but my skin burned.

Want to cry. Want to throw up.
Every time I see you.

I hate you.
I want you.

Still want you.

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4 responses to “Still

  1. Dicotomy, other significant word, other significant poem, again I amazed of your work

    • I really appreciate your positive comments. And I’m curious; how did you find your way here? Usually the people who read my posts are my Facebook friends and my Twitter followers. I see you’re a fan of Salvador Dalí. I was spellbound by his work when I was a child, and still admire it..

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