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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