Getting Past

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I obsess over endings,
Empty passions—
Nightly reverberations.



Rain is my inside
Turned out—

Sometimes at night
I roll over
And look for you

But then remember
You’re locked
In my dreams,

Safe,
Where no one
Can hurt you.

But you hurt me, Love—

I forgave you my scars
And tried to forget the past..

But you hurt me, Love,
And it’s so damn hard
To forget that.



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