A silver earring
Bent at the post
A fading bruise
The TV
Blabbering
About Football
In the other room
How easy was it
To take my love
Earn my trust
Entering my reality
Like a dream
Just to escape
Like a thief
In the night
Don't worry
I stopped
Holding my breath
Scratching my skin
Missing your presence
Crying myself to sleep
It took me years
To finally realize
That
Loving someone
Isn't always enough.
~Amber C. Smith (Autumn 2013)
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