It's been almost a year now
Since I held you last.
My grasp was steady,
Your body always cold.
If you had the ability,
I swear you'd shiver.
But I've always fancied your frigid touch.

For so long, everyone was convinced
That you were dragging me down.
When in fact, you pulled me up
At a time when I didn't know I had stable legs.

You were a vice.
As unhealthy as you may have been,
You were the lesser of many evils.


Perhaps the thing I cherished most about you
Was that you never spouted promises.
I never had to forgive you,
Seeing as you never gave me your word on anything.
But we were so much more than words.
You and I, my love.






We were so much more than words,
And you never let me down.

03/30/2008

Author's Note: Razorblade : Revisited.

Posted on 03/30/2008
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