There’s things we never talk about.
Wish we could’ve talked them out.
Instead you told your friend and now you’re fine.
And I’m left alone tip toeing through a minefield.
These thoughts ricocheting throughout my mind still.
Messages I can’t convey, without hurting you today.
I don’t know what to say.
Without hurting you in some way.
All alone, the words are too hard to swallow.
So I drown them with help from a bottle.
I wash away what’s true, by removing all the proof.
Put on do not disturb, lately love only hurts.
Maybe I’m cursed.
Only getting what I deserve.
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In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Sad. That's relationships messed up right there.