It's the past, let it be.
They have changed, don't worry about it.
It's all over now.
There hasn't been a hint that it could happen.
Maybe it won't happen again.
But the wounds continuously open,
encore, encore- Again, again.
A look taken wrong,
A word said in the wrong tone,
That's all it could take.
I'm still sensitive,
And even though it happened in the past,
It happened more than once.
And if it happened more than once, it could happen again.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid to admit that I'm afraid,
That I'm trying to trust, that I'm trying to change.
Je saigne encore.
YOU ARE READING
Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
