October 21, 2011
temporary, speedy
like a bullet was she through my chest, I grew attached to,
as she wormed her way out the exit wound

I know I say it often, but it was one of the several,
deaths I've dove.

painful, my heart is tender,
raw yet ever honest like a lover,

and if I did not feel pain,

oh what then, could I feel?

paying for my great crime against a broken one,
that I had smashed apart to find a place for her to fit inside,

crumbling like a glass vase in slow-mo, so I devoted myself,
to be a servant,

but the more she forgives me the more guilty I feel,

for the more she forgives me the more I'm reminded,






against my love, and against my truth and fondness,
out of spite and excuses yet, I betrayed her
and thus twisting the knife laid by another, even further
a shot in the foot of my fervor, my passion laid to drown in a puddle

and it kills me now to see her with another

her greatness could have been mine at some time,

were I not,

so foolish.

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SickImage said...
Dec. 19, 2011 at 10:15 pm
So Very Lovely
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Dec. 27, 2011 at 9:00 pm
thank you.
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