You kept my tears as souvenirs.Played upon my darkest fears.Held my heart in contempt.Used me till I was totally spent.Yet I continued to come back for more.No matter how many times you slammed the door.I only wanted to be held...
resolve
The Cusp of a Breaking
"Prophetic..."
In love -feral, unbroken, andunaccustomedto your waysof thinking, of loving, of being, my resolve is suffocating - drowning in asea of assumptions. Assumptions, sorted presumptionshave a way ofdistortingwhat is true. What may be trueturns into misconceptions,misapprehensions, and misinterpretations. Ultimately, Miss-Understanding...