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catefrances

the red line drawn….. the length of my arm
covered beneath layers….. of regret built over time
wasted time wondering…. never given clarity
waiting….. slowly waiting to find

what went wrong?

walking along a sliver….. one step over and all you thought
could end….. or begin again, its your call

so tell me..… what do you say?

some things i have to say
but in the end they matter not too much
love you too much to leave….. don’t like you enough to stay
broken wings severed….. torn from a body denied of flight

watching life….. hating every breath
you stand there, hand on the lever….. push it down, you know you want to
take me back to the beginning….. it wont hurt so much and i won’t care so
silence is violence…. and you’ve pulled the trigger


my heart is blind….. and i will hate you always, congratulations if thats what you want
there is no excuse….. i will never absolve you
don’t know what to say….. imagine my dilemma
hand on my heart….. and there is no beat