Stop.


No,
I gotta stop.

Stop.
Stop.
Stop.

To stab,
your knife,
straight,
into my heart.

Can’t,
can’t take,
what your memory,
does to me.

No,
I gotta stop.

Stop.
Stop.
Stop.

To look for you,
’cause I can’t,
I can’t have you,
anymore.

So,
you gotta stop.

Stop.
Stop.
Stop.

Haunting me,
taunting me,
hurting me,
please, baby stop.

Oh,
oh, can’t you see?
All your wounds,
on my chest, how much they bleed?

No,
I gotta stop.

Stop.
Stop.
Stop.

To take you with me,
to carry you everywhere I go,
before you drain my heart,
before I fall apart.

No,
I gotta stop.

Stop.
Stop.
Stop.

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35 comments

  1. Wow you can really feel this from the depths of your soul. Is that you in the photo. If it is you are a very attractive women.

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  2. lol Ok is this the one you are pinning for? I’m pleased that I cheered you up.

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  3. I love this so. Resonates so much with me. Great piece!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I had a big grin on my face reading his comment exchange. I would love to read your blog about china too, see how they compare to my own experiences there. You know how to find my email address, don’t you?
    As for this post… all I want to do is ((HUGS))!

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  5. Emotional piece. Pulled on those heartstrings. Well done

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  6. Let me know if you figure out how to stop..stop..stop. I can’t even yield.

    Great poem.

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