I finally found my ugliness in you.
For thirteen years, it hid behind your smile
But I never look under things
Thirteen chances I got for free,
I'll pay forever for the fourteenth.
And these forty nights of fitful sleep are my down payment.
Don't break hearts, I was told.
I never thought I was strong enough,
But I was 7 when I left,
And my hands grew this big in time.
I find I'm not that weak, you know.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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It wasn't weakness but callousness that was the problem.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, I like this.
It's better if I could read it to you...
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