When you read this The storm will have passed The fire extinguished The fight far behind. When you read this Your wounds will have healed Your pain scabbed over Your anguish subdued. When you read this Remember Anger is silent But the echo is loud.
There's something in the way you move that reminds me of him. It flickers across your face and changes you. Momentarily. And then you are back. I wonder if it's co-incidence or if my masochistic subconscious latched on to it as we fell in love. Worse still, I wonder if you picked it up from me.... Continue Reading →