Such a damning adjective.
And until now, I hadn’t realized
just how much it hurts.
What else would you have me do,
All I’m doing
and avoiding awkward areas,
You’ve got me rocking broken in the corner.
And you don’t even know.
Or seem to care.
Sitting on the other side of this fence…
Sounds of pain fill my thoughts.
The word itself even.
It just echoes;
If I could, I’d do it all over again.
All of it.
Mostly for you.
And you don’t even know
I can’t wait to go home.
(c) Copyright 2016 Molly
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