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A special place in my heart. I sit here and listen.
Your words are always so harsh.
I can't get away.
Even as you continue to call me these names.
My body cringes as he comes closer.
I sit here silent. With no words to say.
Yelling so loud. Spitting in my face.
My dignity is lost.
As I stare into space.
I try to imagine. The life I dream.
As he continues to bitch and scream.
He screams in my ear. For anyone to hear.
His hands feel like fire.
How could I still desire?
I hope he will change.
And we could move on.
I make more excuses.
Giving one too many chances.
Our same predictable cycle.
I know exactly what's next.
The inevitable pain deep down in my chest.
:( great work
:( great work
irockpoker
Girl Power!!
It's when you can grasp that pain inside your chest,
and rip out your own heart.
Mold the organ into an axe,
and carve a performance upon his judgments.
The only thing scarred will be his own regret when he watches you waltz out that door.
Don't waste that youth on someone who is undeserving of it.
Great write!
^_^
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Thank you for the
Thank you for the encouragement!!
Powerful.... I've felt this
Powerful.... I've felt this way before in my past. Hard times. : /
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