I don't know how I let it happen
I don't know how I was so blind
you too me down a path
I lost myself, I lost my home
I felt worthless, I felt unworthy, I felt criticised
all that time I thought there was something wrong with me
you made me believe it to be true
I saw it when I looked in the mirror
I saw it in the reflection in your eyes, searching for your approval
I was strong, you made me feel weak
I was brave, but you made me feel like a coward
I blamed you for my insecurities, but I let it happen
I became a spectator to my own life
watching fire, fight fire
entangled in lust and desire
a moth to your eternal flame
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Helen Smith
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Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell4 days ago in Fiction
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