Never thought I’d see the day
like this again – when
I’d revert back to the hurt
girl I was before – but
here we go again having
the same conversation and
the same bitter tears to mark
the emergence of this ‘me’
I didn’t know I could be – and
never thought I would ever
be again – It’s a sad day when
‘I’m sorry’s and ‘I appreciate you’s
lose all their weight – ‘cause we’ve
been here before and weren’t
meant to come this way
again – but I guess like the Chosen
wanderers I’ll circle the mountain
until… and see if I can grow
somehow – but for now
it seems I am truly just
infantile, and while I am this
way I know I am not worthy
of your love
© 2010, Caela Strong. All rights reserved.
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such a fan of this. i live it far too often.