Ribbons

Matted with blood,
and knotted in spells I don’t know the words to breaking,
I keep a secret tied to my heart
with what is left of the shirt I wore on the day I met you.

I wonder –
will I ever have enough courage to thrust
the scissors into my chest
and cut the ties?

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