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The cut was deep,  At first to him, keeping the wound bandaged to forget  Out of sight but not of mind  Every movement gives a twinge  Every thought leads back to that fringe  Never willing to accept his weakness  never able to heal, his tree leafless  Nothing could infiltrate his mind,  It raced for an acceptable excuse to find  But never successful in it’s hunt  Just mental fuckery and the final realization that he was a ****  No reason for his action  Just a bad coping mechanism and a run in with an alcohol-obsessed faction  Now he must deal with the woman he loves reaction  Forgiveness is preyed for, but not seen as an option  More alone than before is the only viable result of that ‘final’ verbal transaction  Inevitable though  He can’t keep living with his mind as a foe  It needs to be clean, clear, and precise  He must succeed and leave everyone in surprise  He must expose this wound with shame  With only himself to blame  The words slip from his lips as light from a flame  Leaving himself vulnerable but eyes still full of desire  This overwhelming ****** feeling that he knows  He has hurt the one he loves    The wound is deep  She is hurt, no longer feeling complete
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
The Wound Hurts Deep
The cut was deep,  At first to him, keeping the wound bandaged to forget  Out of sight but not of mind  Every movement gives a twinge  Every thought leads back to that fringe  Never willing to accept his weakness  never able to heal, his tree leafless  Nothing could infiltrate his mind,  It raced for an acceptable excuse to find  But never successful in it’s hunt  Just mental fuckery and the final realization that he was a ****  No reason for his action  Just a bad coping mechanism and a run in with an alcohol-obsessed faction  Now he must deal with the woman he loves reaction  Forgiveness is preyed for, but not seen as an option  More alone than before is the only viable result of that ‘final’ verbal transaction  Inevitable though  He can’t keep living with his mind as a foe  It needs to be clean, clear, and precise  He must succeed and leave everyone in surprise  He must expose this wound with shame  With only himself to blame  The words slip from his lips as light from a flame  Leaving himself vulnerable but eyes still full of desire  This overwhelming ****** feeling that he knows  He has hurt the one he loves    The wound is deep  She is hurt, no longer feeling complete
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
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