I didn't know.
Was it true or false?
I didn't care.
I could see.
Was it cracking or being cracked?
I could hear.
Was it thumping or being thumped?
I felt empty.
Was my soul removed,
or was I removing it?
I knew.
I see.
I actually cared.
It was being cracked open,
It cracked like a mosaic piece sawed off.
It was thumping,
It made thumps like a wild drum.
I removed my soul,
before it grew wings that'd fly itself further than where I threw it away.
I see blood.
It is invisible,
But I see it.
It rushes.
His innocence provokes me.
Whatever he does, wherever he goes.
What's this feeling, actually?
He hurts my heart,
messes with my soul,
corrupts my brain,
pierces my emotions.
Oh I see.
I may be provoked.
Angry. Or jealous.
Or raged.
Or fed up.
Or disappointed.
But sad. And awed.
And touched.
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OMG this poem just seems out of place. Anyways, I need feedback. Thanks~
EDIT: Afterword: Hey, I actually think that this persona can be somebody's parent/sibling/even lover. o_O
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