7.04.2007

Empty "I-Love-You's"

He says these things but
there is no passion in them;
his heart is empty.

Admittedly,
I have deep wounds that burn as if
salt has been poured in.

Fresh from the shower
dripping wet without a towel,
Can you see me now?

Cold and hurt but not
broken - it takes much more than
that to wear me down.



* Just a note, this was written about a year and a half ago.

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