Tuesday, April 29, 2014


I am difficult to love. 
Full of doubt, insecurity. 
Far too familiar with being used. 
A broken and battered thing. 
Never had time to let the cuts
Turn to scars. 
Exposed and raw. 
Frightened and alone. 
Black and blue. 
Lost and drowning. 
And Harbor is so far away. 

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