Sharp
I need some timeTo mull this over
I have never been abandoned
Not like this
And it feels a little like
Being told gravity is a myth
Completely contradicting
To what you know to be true
But you were not
Nor did you ever think I was
But I was
Yes I am wounded
I keep tying my own noose
Self inflicting is my nature
With the words we throw
Most were yours
But you didn't feel how sharp they grew
In the end
Your silence is sharper
Poetry by ashley honig
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Written on 2011-08-07 at 05:29
Tags Fight Love Sad
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