Knives

Knives

I fought it, as long as I could
Outnumbered, out reasoned
Out gunned
I fought for us, I fought for me
But your words were barbed wired
Your absence a twisting knife
In the end,
I couldn’t hold up either front
And now it’s come to this
That I turned, smiling
For that last kiss
But even my blades are

Blunt

© CM
03.12.2014

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One thought on “Knives

  1. Madsies says:

    Such strong words, “barbed wire and blunt blades”. ❤

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