Deep cuts are
the worst
Deep cuts
are the worst, I don’t know what’s more bruised my heart or my ego , flash back
to when I was his primary sweetheart , the only thing he could see , he would
look at me as if I was the sunrise to his darkness , the pure spirit that could
do no wrong , the one girl that made his blood freeze up in his vains , deep
cuts are the worst .
Deep cuts
are the worst , he was a gentle soul , soft hearted when it came to me , never
judged , just always there waiting for me to realise how much his heart yearned
for me , deep cuts are the worst . Memories drain my current thought process ,
as I recall every minute ,every kiss , every struggle , every argument &
childish comment we would spit out without considering how the other person would
feel, deep cuts are the worst .
Life
happened and I pulled away rebelling against my hearts desires , he pulled
towards me praying that I would change my mind & somehow find each other
again , but life pressures & circumstances always found a way to bury our
love , deep cuts are the worst .
Time passed
, you changed, I changed, I dwelled into progression & growth as I was
battling it out with my own challenges , you created a family with someone else
, I was heartbroken by that but sucked it up, as my pride wouldn’t let me cry
for you , deep cuts are the worst .
As the
spirit guides always work their own magic, I saw you the other day & time
stood still for a while but I knew , deep down I knew that I no longer have
your heart, that you finally closed our
chapter ,as I never could allow it to start, I saw the anger & the blame in
your eyes though you played it cool but I could always read you, deep cuts are
the worst and time does not heal
anything , it just teaches one to live with pain .
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