Sunday 29 June 2014

I knock quietly at your door, you open it yet never let me in

Well?

And I shouldn’t be surprised
Really

Still
I can’t help it
and it would have been nice

Just this once

To feel like I had someone on my side

That in the middle of this darkness
Unsure of where to go
There was a hand in mine

Ready to squeeze when I lost my footing

Never mind
Doesn’t matter

It’s beside the point
(Just keep telling myself that)

I’ll let it go
Pretend that it doesn’t sting
One more wound to add to
My ever growing list

Sorry
To have bothered you.

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