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Love is just a Bloodsport

Monday, February 24, 2014

Threadbare

Never planned to stay
with one foot in the door
the second he came in;
he merely said
“I won't be long”
so sorry to intrude -
on this soft tissue
It's a little rough and scared
“I simply,
wanted to leave my mark.”

Amazed
at how fast the line
formed beneath his feet
with arms that reached out
he ran-
too much trust
too little foundation
and the slice became
jagged
edgeless
chasing each panicked footfall

just a-
small mark;
you won't..
even notice.

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