There was more solace in the waters that ran under that wooden bridge.
Enticing me to submerge my soul
Among the rivers currents
I actually felt safer standing on that ledge
Then I ever did with you.
Your demons became mine
And I was tired of running
Tired of hiding the truth from the world.
Exhausted from fighting for you
Beaten down from fighting with you
Bruises and broken bones
The spill of blood
Spilling ink , just to let it out
Now the pen seems heavier then my heart
And those waters look more like home


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