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To marvel at the age old scars that still bleed
feeling like I was caught in the path,
of a runaway train with nowhere to run
I don't know who sat fire to the bridge's we burned
but they all went up in a blaze
the love we had died in the flames
love's a game of give and take.
I gave all I could
people casted they'er judgment on me
as you crucified
no one said anything as they stood by watching me bleed
forsaken with a Judas kiss an a whisper in the night
I love you
then awakened betrayed
left out in the cold alone
but I'm never lonely
cause misery loves company
when asked who started the fire
I guess I'll take my share of the blame for I'm damned sure
No Saint
the most tortuous part for me
is I didn't do the leaving an was never given that choice
an hard as it is to believe
there's still embers of the fire burning inside Me
from a love that
just fucking refuses to die
but no one cares
other to marvel at the age old scars that still bleed
~ D Donner ~
It's tough
To argue about where life can take a man.
Or a woman if she chooses to go.
It's not as easy as some people think
"...No One Cares..."
or can with such sustained intensity. Empathy has limits. I've known misery, but time smoothed the rough edges. I sacrificed little pieces of myself to the past as forever there without redemption or restoration possible. I know many souls who live in their lives because it is all they cherish. Escapism and living vicariously has always been salvation from the horrid for me. A defense mechanism atop a broiling mess of agony. I wish you peace. I wish me peace too. ~slc~
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