I thought that it would get better with time
Its almost a year
I still bleed
Once in a while a tear escapes
The few times that I get to see you
I want to say
I almost say
I hold back the words
I still think about you
I have tried moving on
It is a struggle
I still struggle.
©thelma migue, 2013
A cizoepoetry collection.
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