You've left marks on my heart,
Like footprints or scars,
Or just fresh wounds,
From an invader from Mars,
I wonder if they'll heal,
Or transform into something new,
Perhaps if we stick together,
It'll be something like glue,
All I know, is if we don't,
My anger won't suffice,
Trust me, if I'm wounded,
This won't be nice...
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
It isn't your fault. No not one bit. Mostly all mine. For just going through this shit. I didnt cry as I went. No I stayed bottled up. Until you said something. That made me give up.
I still remember your words, I still remember your face. You said you were in love but not with me. You said "I see her face when I am with you". You said and you said so many hurtful things.
What he just said to me, plays back like a broken record. Should I laugh it off, or should I show him that it really did hurt. I smile, but move away. Trying to stay happy, but I can't.
"Waiting, watching the clock" It's too late to turn back time And wish that maybe We could be something more.
#augustwriteaday. A bloodless wound, surreal. Can't clot won't heal. It should hurt it should bleed. I just don't feel the need. Bloated bullet past sleeping sentry. No jagged hole just silent entry.
Husband/father , to be working soo very hard to provide every needs for the family , coming home late & exhausted . Working too hard till you have a little time to spare for your family .
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