When I looked towards him
for some sign of approval
or understanding
this here,
see what I mean
see what I meant
what did I tell you
type look on my face
I crossed the line.
I made him an equal.
I changed the rules.
I gave him the right to tell me
if I was right
if I was wrong
I acknowledge his opinion
somehow mattered to me.
She knew this.
Don't ask me how.
I screwed myself good.
She had an allied now
and I gave her him,
our son all wrapped up
in a pretty package
dying to tell me
I was wrong.
A contest entry
- ONE DECENT CONTEST FOR YOU.... by phoenixonfire.
300 points, ended April 22, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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This is something that really catches your eye! Its swift and its absolutely emotionally packed!! There is sense of pain that lingers even after u read it! Good..
Thanks for entering and good luck!!
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