Thursday, February 26, 2015

At My Worst

You feel the pounding
of my head
in yours.
You sweat with each
hard beat of my heart.
I know I've warned,
but you've never heeded
and I'm looking more 
and more
defeated.
Don't know whether 
it's you or I
who's truly cursed.
You always get me 
at my worst. 
(I'm sorry.)

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"I hope for the best, but nothing changes. I'm sorry." Radical Face Glory

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