Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Poem 8

Hanging on to my every word word
Like air you breath them in
Wholeheartedly believing you need them to survive

Smudged with hurt from other women

You can´t construct our beginning middle or end

Telling me that you have been here before

Always disappointed

What he doesn´t know is I too have traveled this well worn path

Never really understanding how I got there

Tear stained and slightly bruised

I have come to him

With an unfazed optimism

I attempt to write another ending

We don´t tell our tales of heartbreak and premature love

Instead we find strength from them

Putting trust in each other

Hoping this time will be different from the last

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