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Beauty’s
only skin deep they say,
So peel off my skin.
So peel off my skin.
If your right hand offends you then cut it off.
Remove me from you.
You who made me a
part of you
Then turned your back on me.
Then turned your back on me.
You who professed forever,
Then dwindled to sometimes,
Then occasionally,
Then rarely,
Now never.
Then occasionally,
Then rarely,
Now never.
You curse me
Blame me.
Fine.
I remember
when you said,
“Mine.”
Blame me.
Fine.
I remember
when you said,
“Mine.”
Selfishly, then,
you’d cling to me
In the white hot embers of afterglow.
Selfishly, now, you blame me for seeking
What you promised to give, but forgot.
In the white hot embers of afterglow.
Selfishly, now, you blame me for seeking
What you promised to give, but forgot.
Was the promise
forgotten?
Or was it only me?
Or was it only me?
You were my
everything –
My present and my future.
I depended on you.
I wanted you.
I needed you.
My present and my future.
I depended on you.
I wanted you.
I needed you.
Though we were
together, I found myself alone,
Aching and desperate to be needed again –
To be important again,
To mean something to someone again.
Aching and desperate to be needed again –
To be important again,
To mean something to someone again.
I hesitated at first,
wanting you to stop my outstretched hand,
to take it into your own and claim me once again.
The hand that took
mine was not yours,
But the hand ofOpportunity .
But the hand of
I only wish you’d
have knocked first.
absolutely lovely
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