Posted on January 24, 2016
by Helena Toto
You and I face each other weapons in hand fate tied at the wrist And as the blood pumps and rushes what’s left to think about? I’m faster than you and the blade cuts into flesh Spilling your heart out onto the floor. Photo…
Category: abuse, family, marriage, Poetry, relationship, traumaTags: abuse, fear, fighting, hate, love, marriage, pain, Poetry, relationship
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