She lay crumpled on the floor,
a broken mess of emotion.
This was where she had fallen
and where she would stay.
She didn’t have the energy
for any forward motion,
if this was what love did to you,
she didn’t want to feel it again.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
She lay crumpled on the floor,
a broken mess of emotion.
This was where she had fallen
and where she would stay.
She didn’t have the energy
for any forward motion,
if this was what love did to you,
she didn’t want to feel it again.
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