~This Poem Is Your Fault~

I held one hand over my chest to keep my heart from falling out,
and reached the other palm to you in supplication or friendship,
Is There a Difference?

This poem is your fault,
that it lies on the edge of a round path,
slipping through my fingers and down my Life_____Line.

I held one hand over my soul to keep my mind from falling out,
and reached the other palm to you in understanding or
longing,
Is There a Difference?

This poem is your fault,
that it lies on the edge of a smooth moment,
sliding through my awareness
and down my Life____Line.

Published by Jazzi Ryan Ranes

Disseminator of anomalous information. Curator of Letters, Word Maker, Poet, Freethinker.

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