holding back tears hurts like hell
they feel like needles behind these eyes
the carnival is over
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Dead Can Dance
you walk beside me in your beautiful white linen shirt and i am taken back with your graceful posture. you somehow tolerate me in your life. but why i am not sure. if only you could feel the inside of the tears that cascade down my cheeks. full of bitter salt and sadness. i am not whomever you thought i was. you never knew me at all. just made yourself believe that you did. i hurt you and that was all that you could see.
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