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.

This entry was posted on January 22, 2012 by . It was filed under Uncategorized .

One response

  1. Mitchelle Rozario Jansen

    🙂 Thank you!

    January 23, 2012 at 8:45 am

    Reply

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