I Warned You

I warned You,

for me You were something precious,

something holy.

 

I warned You,

pick the fragments of my heart

out of the wasteland,

singe your fingers in the pieces

scattered among smoldering embers

and I would worship You.

 

I warned You, somewhere

between the sacred and profane

I would steal Your heart

in prayerful salvation.

 

I warned You

one touch,

one kiss, and

You would become my religion.

 

I warned You.

 

—Valentyna Holloway

 

The Ripped Notebook Series

 

Aria Art4

Photo, mine.
Photo art by Aria Gardiner-Lorde

 

The Ripped Notebook Series ©  Valentyna Holloway

 

Do Not Reproduce Poetry In Whole Or In Part Without Permission

© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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