CHUNK (THE PIECE YOU STOLE) The wound runs deep but instead of bleeding i weep from betrayal and the unanswered WHY? Small joys that i could not see my eyes when you entered the room and gave your lies Woes that i was captured by images of you and him caught up in the dredges of thrusting limb Long it took you to find your voice when i demanded you make a choice I never won by a lot which goes to show that in your heart i wasn’t Love’s … Continue reading →