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


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