The God Awful Small Affairs - Unknown

You awake touching a body that is not your own
You urge your heart to soften
Cringe
Feel it turn to stone

Through half closed eyes you hypothesize
The clearest route to the door
And you allow yourself to gaze
At the unknown

You think
Weren't we twenty-two and free
Never hurting anything

We were love compounded

He wasn't sacred or trustworthy
Yet every third sentence you sent across the sea
Was come home

But they never listen do they?
No they never listen do they?

When are you coming home?

Written by:
Missy Preston

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