Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I Thought.

I thought when you searched me for cavities,
You were finding what you needed to fill.
I thought when you traced my body for broken skin
You were searching for what to sew up again.
I thought when you held my heart in your hand,
You were weighing the fragility of my soul.
I thought when you said you loved me,
You were healing the wrong in my life.
I thought you were trying to make me a better me
I thought you were making me a better me.
But you were building me up to push me down.
And you haven’t even apologized for that.

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