Waking up every morning
looking at the mirror...
4 years ago today i experienced the most sensual...
Shallow breathing, quiet stirs
I'd do just about anything to subside my nerves...
The sting in my gut now feels like a sore.
The hole in my heart is bigger than before...
Three years i spent time by phone.
three years i felt completely alone...
I run.i hide.i toss.i turn.
and i fight how i truly feel inside...
A dusty sky,
a rotten tree...
I thought I finally healed...
I thought I was finally free...
She was my cousin.
She was my friend...
I hate you
You take everything to heart...
They as me if I'm okay
They just don't understand...
Mirror on the wall
Here we are again...