Thursday, December 10, 2009
Knives and Wounds
I'm afraid that I love you too much. Now that I need you. My soul craves your touch. I should have held back before this. Kept some of me. Separate, from your kiss. You've hurt me like you said you never would. I believed you. I didn't think you could. I'm hurt because you lied to me. Holding me here. I'm supposed to be free. I'm still a secret that doesn't exist. A heart with no home. A plan with no list. I am nothing, but a hidden tryst. You say that you love me, but feed my ache. It's hard to...
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