Hurt

I teared through my smile

I had to dissapoint you

We all do, now and then.

You did, when you treated me,

no differently, from other men. 

You brought me back,

to the time when I questioned myself

When I lay alone, together.

I fell back

Pulled away frightened

I crawled

Dug a hole

A place to hide my shameful soul.

I loved & caressed thee

those were conversations, without reply

I questioned no other, but myself.

If, whether and why.

-Xtc always-

- Letting go, doesn't always mean you're weak. Sometimes it means you're strong enough-

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