Thin Vine

Sometimes things hurt so bad

That I can no longer be iron clad

The flood gates pour open with a violent force

And then things change course

Sad, beside myself, deeply hurt, angry

Betrayed by many persuasions

Love? No. It couldn’t have been

I was a distraction from your past

I was not meant to last

I was an escape from your other pains

You attached yourself like a leech

And sucked my energies dry

You restored your life by draining mine

No, I’m not fine

I am merely hanging on by a thin vine

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