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Is there a place and time for every misspoken line?
Somewhere for mistakes to go to sleep,
Instead of stirring restlessly in the sheets
lain down in the corridors of my mind.
Footsteps, echoing
in the memories I replay, held
With fingers stained red from
the fragments of my heart.
Hush, hush...
Silent is the breaking of love.
Still is the heart that has lost.
If each moment heralds a name,
leave this one unbidden
Betrayal claws at my lips,
daring them to part and
Whisper the pain I refuse to claim.
Therapy is two bottles deep
slowly unlacing the ties,
Pacing the beats of my heart.
Refuge lies in the steady rhythm
of unabridged control (in, out, in)
Breathing slowly,
your scent lingers in every thought
Permeating the safety of
nothing.
Love is a dangerous word,
pounding on the door to my heart.
Dare I let it in again?