It was
two years of
emotional turmoil
(on my own),
swollen wrists
and long sleeves.
It was the years
of the jacket,
the hoodie--
In eighty degree weather.
It was the moments
of, "OH! I ran into
the table,"
that never existed.
Excuses and lies
dominated my world
of '04 to '06.
(November eighth to October twenty ninth
to be exact)
The meaning of stop
was forgotten
in the years of '04 to '06.
It was the years of
no means nothing
when you believe in love.
Author notes
I'm thinking of switching the last two stanzas. I think it has better flow that way. Ah.
Please tell me what you think
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INCREDIBLE piece of work here.I am glad you did get out of the situation.
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