Tuesday, December 4, 2012

We're standing too close.
Every time one of us moves,
we brush,
and bruise each other.

I don't want to hurt you.
I don't want to hurt anymore.

I try to keep my distance,
but I can't let you go.
You're all I have.
The pull is too strong.
You are Home,
safety, peace, understanding, family.
Even if it's a lie.

You can't have me.
You don't really want me.
You just want a Home.

So we circle,
I'm sorry,
I'm still learning to dance.

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