Monday, November 1, 2010

Poem

I trust you with my life, but not yet with my heart.
You shattered it once before and some pieces are still missing.
I'm sorry we're both hurt by this, but sometimes sorry isn't enough.
Time heals all wounds and that's what I need.
Time.
And even though you've hurt me in the worst way,
I'd rather live with that pain than live without you in my life.




(Something I wrote about two years ago.)

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