scars that bind

D can’t seem to believe it.
That I’ve walked away.

I’ve tried so many times before.
Each count I’ve failed.

There is a pull about him.
An allure that is hard to shake off.
An addiction that I try to scratch away.

The phone rings and it’s him.
Filling my ears with shoulda, woulda, coulda
But he hasn’t.

A part of me wants to take him home
Rip the shirt right off his back
Scratch at his skin
Leave scars like those that mark my heart.


September 27, 2007. Uncategorized.

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