I've always seem myself as
the empath,; the savior;
the bandage on the wound.
Until now, this careful heart
has set aside and ignored
that to which it's attuned.
For the savior has turned
foe, and the bandage ripped
clean off of bloodied skin.
It couldn't be chance,
nor accidental, because
I know that I'll do it again.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
I've always seem myself as
the empath,; the savior;
the bandage on the wound.
Until now, this careful heart
has set aside and ignored
that to which it's attuned.
For the savior has turned
foe, and the bandage ripped
clean off of bloodied skin.
It couldn't be chance,
nor accidental, because
I know that I'll do it again.
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