I Bleed Words Sometimes

The maddening thought

Envy the hold you have on me.
Perplexed, why I don’t own you the same.
Beyond the merry.
Beyond the smiles.
Beyond the show of a perfect life, I worry.
Will he choose another, is not what will slit and ache.

Will she have that enviable hold on him? What if she does?

I’m afraid she does.
And that stings.

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One response

  1. Mitchelle Rozario Jansen

    🙂 Thank you!

    January 23, 2012 at 8:45 am

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