Shames

Because I was born,

I learnt how to breathe.

A small body with three

different names.

When we were young,

it felt unimportant.

I spent all my time

playing games.

Though I want it together,

things fall apart.

I know that it’s me

whom she blames.

If you love at a distance,

it cannot burn you.

But you cannot be warmed

by its flames.

Published by meganporterpoetry

Poet. Writer.

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