Sunday, June 28, 2009


You kill the thing you love the most
Battered and broken
Ugly bruises around love’s throat

You expect more than anyone can give
Point your finger at yourself
There is no one to blame—save you

The closer he gets the farther you run
Silly little girl—go suck your thumb
Lick your wounds and cry your tears

The accusations flow
No easy resolution
Just truth …and a body where love lived

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