Modestly Incorrect

January 15, 2011
Throwing bottles, and books. The doors closed, empty heart.
The silent walls try to cover the scent of yelling, but I cant pace the cage any longer.
You’ve made this a day to remember;
You perfectly planned out the worst day of your life,
And ran through it like water.
But I never checked for hope, for regret, for dismissive feelings.
I just let the wave of integrity wash me away to shore.

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