She.
Picked.
At the scabs
of *My* marriage.
(so they could not heal)
We could not heal…
How *they* Laughed
(( together ))
…at me…
Discarded window
through my soft soul.
*** SmAssHeD***
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~Me~
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She.
Picked.
At the scabs
of *My* marriage.
(so they could not heal)
We could not heal…
How *they* Laughed
(( together ))
…at me…
Discarded window
through my soft soul.
*** SmAssHeD***
setting
~Me~
FREE!
Heartbreaking! I’ve been there. So well written!