Can’t explain how I know
things are broken, intuition
I suppose, wish I didn’t own.
Trying to pretend we’re fine.
Shattered dreams, crushed promises.
Swore you’d never let me down.
Focusing on anything, it’s a chore.
Mind keeps wandering back
in time, hearing the slamming door.
Time’s what you needed, so you said.
Time’s slowly passed since then.
It’s becoming crystal clear to me
our love cannot be what it’s been.
Could hold onto dignity and pride.
Call you out on every single lie.
Afraid of what the truth can do.
So, I stay wrapped in shades of blue.
Written for My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog
donetta sifford 6-14-2014