Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Scars and Gripes



What gave us the right
to say more than goodbye
I loved you so wrong
that I loved most the way
you walked out alive.
You walked out
with just a scratch on your eyes.
And I fell to nothing,
to the nothing I always was
before you. And now
you're so broken,
you see me everyday,
the scar of your eyes.

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