overwhelmed me
made me laugh
giggling nervously
so deep inside
internal
close
anticipating
bleeding though me/
( it would
) leaving scars
made me cry
when I stood my ground
you walked away
taking with you
my love
where did you go with it
used to make me laugh
I'm alone now
I think I even miss the things you did that made me put up with you
(where's a blues song—
when you need one?)
Why
where did you go
with my love in one hand
your fist in the other?
--alexgeorge
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