What Happened
The flashbacks hurt me
drifting to times of love, smiling
or when the anger began
every moment
reliving, contemplating
no patience
must understand
obsession
cant function
life falling apart
her face
its always smiling
she hid her face when angry
she is hiding now
Copyright © Michael Harman | Year Posted 2009
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