Over Him

October 21, 2010
By Anna Harting BRONZE, Saint Peters, Missouri
Anna Harting BRONZE, Saint Peters, Missouri
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Along the Moonlit night,
I see the shimmering tides.

That beautiful reflection.

Why did I come back to this spot?
Sand soft as silk,
Water swaying calmly.

Maybe I needed peace.
Maybe, I needed the comfort.

This is my only safe haven.

Away from His blood shot eyes-
the wild look in them.
His sharp toned voice,
strung out words.

He thought the needle wouldn’t hurt;
the drug wouldn’t kill.
He lied.

It ended with no goodbye kiss.
Not one- “I Love you”.
Just his poison and him.

As the waves break,
I remind myself . . . I’m over him.

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