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I am torn Between the missing and the hurting The ache you left is still hollow and I don’t know if time actually heals all wounds or if it just fills them With one part pretending and seven parts regret and The mountain of words that is rotting in my belly Just waiting to erupt from my tired throat I am torn Between my heart and my mind If I don't cage up my thoughts All they do is wander back to you My skin tells me that you will be back soon But this skin has never touched you It’s been too long I have since scrubbed you out of my pores and Washed you away from my sheets Taken you down from my shelves and Tucked you away from the light But when I close my eyes at night they remember The way your voice tasted when you laughed I am torn Between love and resentment Sappy is sticking to me like a band-aid and I’m too chicken to rip it off I’m too stubborn to let myself forget because If I forget that we existed, If you never hold my eyes again, If I let you slip through the cracks, What will I have Then It is a question that I won’t let myself answer Consider this Time heals all Wounds but in the healing Wounds
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May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
Torn (wip)
I am torn Between the missing and the hurting The ache you left is still hollow and I don’t know if time actually heals all wounds or if it just fills them With one part pretending and seven parts regret and The mountain of words that is rotting in my belly Just waiting to erupt from my tired throat I am torn Between my heart and my mind If I don't cage up my thoughts All they do is wander back to you My skin tells me that you will be back soon But this skin has never touched you It’s been too long I have since scrubbed you out of my pores and Washed you away from my sheets Taken you down from my shelves and Tucked you away from the light But when I close my eyes at night they remember The way your voice tasted when you laughed I am torn Between love and resentment Sappy is sticking to me like a band-aid and I’m too chicken to rip it off I’m too stubborn to let myself forget because If I forget that we existed, If you never hold my eyes again, If I let you slip through the cracks, What will I have Then It is a question that I won’t let myself answer Consider this Time heals all Wounds but in the healing Wounds
rachel-elizabeth
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May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
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