Monthly Archives: December 2014

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This gut-wrenching pain

12:53 AM, Sunday

they say time heals everything,
but years have passed and i still sit
at the same place every night with
some whiskey and cigarettes.
maybe time doesn’t heal;
maybe it just covers our wound with
layers and wraps it up quite well with a hope
that maybe we will forget that the wounds
ever existed in the first place.
maybe it just tries to hide the scars
nicely packed inside the term moving on,
even though we know deep down that
there is no place to move on to.
i still get rushing pain and butterflies as soon as
i hear your name. maybe time doesn’t heal at all;
maybe it just teaches us how to deal
with this gut-wrenching pain.

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