Tuesday, February 25, 2014

betrayal is stronger and harder than ice
than the sharpened butcher knives of the store 
down the street 
and the tangy taste of the lemon I shouldn't 
have eaten 
but did. You 
think you can draw out forgiveness 
with your eyes, you think 
you can draw out the pain 
with your sighs, you think that 
i'll come running back
but I won't 
and I can't 
talk to you because 
I am afraid of 
all the things i will say
and all the things i will not do

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